There hits a point in every season when I get completely fed up with said season and start dressing for the season I want to have, not the season I have.
In winter, after months and months of tights, I'll get absolutely fed up and wear a skirt without tights, freeze to death all day long, and then think better of it the next day. Same goes with spring. There's always a day in Portland's chilly, wet May, that I wear shorts when it's still only hitting 60 degrees and suffer goosebumps all day. And so it happened this summer, when the weather has been consistently in the mid nineties and we haven't seen significant rain since March, I broke out the ankle boots, brand new olive jeans, and a crisp new chambray. And I walked to the market.
I happened to be in luck, though, because it appears that Portland became entirely fed up with this nightmarishly hot and dry summer. Our entire state (and Washington as well) is burning to the ground, the lawns are brown and dusty, the waterfalls quiet and low, the trees thirsty, and our home gardens burning in the sun. This weekend, the rains came.
I woke up on Friday night to a booming thunderstorm, the likes of which I haven't seen since moving away from Tacoma to Portland two years ago. I lay awake counting the thunderclaps and measuring the distance in seconds. At one moment it was right overhead and I felt giddy. Saturday morning, on our walk to the market, the winds were whipping leaves off the trees and it felt like an early fall was in the air. It has been raining on and off, in torrential downpours, ever since. I can only imagine that the entire earth was and is soaking up every last second of moisture, and I can only hope that some of this rain helped to quell our raging forest fires.
In the meantime, while I hope and pray that this weather keeps up, I'll be wearing these olive high-rise jeans from Gap over and over and over again. P.S. They're available in burgundy too!