I’m pretty sure the only month of summer I actually like is June. And I think there’s technically only one week of summer in there, but who’s counting. I guess it’s because of days like yesterday where a light sweater and white skinnies are totally ok, weather-wise. Can’t all summer days be in the 70s?
I know a lot of people hate it, but I love this transitional time between seasons where you can mix and match pieces from both. Aren’t shorts so cute with a chunky spring sweater? Or jeans with a light, flowy, tank? There’s usually a very short time frame that I can make those looks work before I start being ridiculously hot in either. And then it’s shorts and tees, all day errday, on the weekends. (I just googled errday to make sure I spelled that correctly, btw).
I keep checking the weather on my phone each morning to see how long this bout of pretty late spring/early summer days will last, but sadly I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on to them much longer. ‘Til then, I’m wearing the heck out of this sweater.