Alternative title: spring barbecue adventures.
Spring is a silly little season. It's one that teases you and tricks you. It gives you warm weather in the afternoon and freezing temperatures in the evening. It gives you dry, clear streets and marshy wet lawns. It gives you a week of sunshine and then surprises you with snow (like today!). So, with all of its fluctuations, it's a season that's nearly impossible to dress for... which leads me to my story.
On Monday night, our pals invited us over for the first backyard BBQ of the season. I was so pumped. The day had been gorgeous. It was nearly t-shirt weather. I was back to wearing flats. Life was good. But, when we arrived at the party, I found myself walking around on a soaking wet grass sponge. And being the silly girl I am, I was wearing the little crocheted flats you can see in the bottom right hand corner of the photo. No joke, it took all of five minutes before my shoes and feet were sopping wet and freezing cold. It was so bad, in fact, that the only way I found relief was holding my feet straight out in front of me while sitting in a lawn chair.
I think I made it about an hour into the party before I started joking about trench foot with my pal Casey. She assured me that an hour with wet feet wasn't an adequate amount of time for nasty prune feet to set in, but I wasn't convinced. My feet were shriveling up more and more by the second. (Friendly word of warning, never—and I mean NEVER—Google trench foot. The images will inducing vomiting.)
A little while later, my pal Hector sweetly asked, "Are you cold?" And when I admitted defeat, he immediately brought me inside, grabbed me a fresh pair of socks and let me choose from one of his 12 pairs of enormous shoes. And, of course, I went with the pure white high tops, because, well, they're high tops!
When I made the trek back outside, I felt a bit like Bigfoot or Godzilla or a clown and, if we're being honest, I looked a bit like all of the above mashed together into a mess of crazy. It was worth it to have warm feet, though. And, I definitely learned my lesson. Since then I've been dressing in all kinds of layers and I've been judging my footwear on where I'm heading. You'd think at 26 I wouldn't need such a reminder... but it seems the promise of warm weather and changing seasons is enough to make me forget the lessons of the past.
Have you had any outfit blunders because of changing seasons?