Last Saturday, the girls begged me to get out their winter clothes. I agreed, because at the time, the highs were in the 50s (we even had one night when there was a frost warning, the week before). So our summer clothing was seeming irrelevant to what was actually happening outside. PLUS, every morning, Zibbi would emerge in a sun dress with shorts. The girls had a grand time going through the basement storage containers, trying on outfits, a mini spontaneous fashion show. Which pretty much created a clothes explosion in the living room. It took me the rest of the week to get all the summer clothes properly put away and the winter clothes organized.
Jump ahead to THIS week, when we returned to summer. Suddenly, the thought of a cozy sweater on an 80 degree day seems utterly ridiculous. In my mind, I wonder why we even own such items. Last night, Lotta lamented the fact that she no longer has any shorts in her drawers. After begging me for that ONE week we seemed to be entering fall to get on the seasonal switch over. Now to get any summery clothes I must venture to my least favorite spot, the scary scary basement. Sigh. It is the LAST straw for me (see how I circled back to that saying?)
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