It was a warm weekend - into the mid 80's, and when you're not used to it, it's HOT. Especially when I haven't brought out all my summer clothes. Well, "brought out" makes it seem like I have them packed away - no, all I really have to do, is go into the back bedroom (we haven't designated what it shall be yet) and go into the closet. It's more than just that - I need to look at them, decide if I like them anymore. We're coming off winter - I 've gained a few pounds, and it is traumatic to try them on to find out, they either get put back for the thinner days or donated.
As I get older, my style changes. It has to - to accommodate my ever aging bod. I start out rather conservative with my summer wear but by mid-July, and we're living in 110, I throw that caution to the wind, and wear whatever my sweaty body feels comfortable in. - - I have long, thick hair. I don't wear it down anymore. TOO HOT! Buns and braids are fine, but later on, a ponytail will have to suffice. Every summer, I threaten to cut off my mane. The truth is, I would be disappointed if I did - I want to donate my hair, to children with cancer so they can have wigs. It always gets to my waist, and I drastically trim it. I have to grow it longer than my waist.
I can't wait, till I can one day, enjoy a short, curly, grandma haircut.
I enjoy the time change - for me, it means, summer and longer days of outside sitting. It hasn't physically bothered me yet - I see benefits for both. I just read this from a local realtor:
"The difference an hour makes; As we adjust our clocks for daylight savings time, and spring forward, let's look at what happens every hour in the housing market, in the United States. 649 homes are sold, 177 homes regain equity (meaning they are no longer underwater on their mortgage), and the median home price rises $1.86!"