Sep12

Sweater Weather

{Dress: c/o T.J. Maxx. Cardi: c/o Marshall’s. Necklace: Vintage. Shoes: c/o T.J. Maxx}

Let me paint a picture for you: It’s 95 degrees outside. Just the idea of putting on a pair of jeans makes tiny little drops of sweat bead up and trickle down your forehead. The nape of your neck dampening, causing the base of your hair to absorb the perspiration. BUT you still have a cardigan in your purse, a long-sleeved sweater packed up and ready to go. Because you and I both know the minute you go from the sweat lodge that is Miami in August and into a) the grocery store b) the movie theatre c) a restaurant d) than bank e) basically any establishment that has central air, there’s going to be an arctic blast so intense, you’re going to need to sweater up. The worst offender, fyi, is the Victoria’s Secret on Lincoln Road.

T.J. Maxx and Marshall’s recently did a study and named this little temperature snafu one of the most frustrating fashion scenarios for women. Nothing is more defeating than getting dressed up in a super cute little frock that you have to swaddle in a sweater so you don’t freeze to death. Then, upon walking back outside, you’d better get that sweater off lightening fast to prevent a pool of perspiration. It’s the scorch, shiver, scorch situation.

Until someone gets it that we don’t need a 20-degree difference between indoors and out, we need to change up the sweater that hangs over the back of our chairs so we can keep things fashionable, because no, that black cardi really doesn’t go with everything. Really. So I checked into Marshall’s to scoop up this cream sweater to cover up the bare arms of my T.J. Maxx dress, which I needed to keep me warm after slipping into the Publix that resembles ┬áthe Guggenheim on Miami Beach. It may look like a museum on the outside, but inside it’s a meat locker.

And I prefer fresh, not frozen.

Photographed by David Marc Harris.