Erratic. Menopausal. Temperamental. Schizophrenic.
Yup, those are the words I’d describe the weather of late.
One moment it’s bright and sunny. The next, windy and overcast. Suffice to say, it makes getting dressed in the morning more than a bit of a challenge. I’m sure I’m not the only one judging by the street style these days. There are shorts and tees and then there are knee high boots with thick wooly scarves. Oh and yesterday, we spotted the epitome of utter sartorial spring confusion in a women in the West Village. She was in a short mini skirt, flip-flops with a puffer coat!
What is going on? One thing’s for sure. It’s predictably unpredictable.
Mark Twain best sums it up: “In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”
Let’s make that 137, shall we?