This Monday, I wore open shoes. For the first time since September, I left both my beloved ankle boots and much-adored Converse at home, slipping my newly pedicured feet into a pair of strappy, studded sandals. Walking down the sun-drenched street, I felt energised by my choice to declare that spring has officially arrived, just by changing my footwear. Granted, the London air at 8am is still a bit chilly – but looking down on my red toenails, I still felt one step closer to those glorious sunny Saturdays and warm Friday evenings spent drinking chilled glasses of wine. By choosing sandals, I had willed summer to arrive.
Come Tuesday, I’d learned my lesson: it was all bare legs and short sleeves, never mind the menacing clouds hanging outside my window. Knee-length skirt and short-sleeved top it was. Needless to say, my lips were blue enough to match the aforementioned top by the time I arrived at my destination.
Speaking of countries, I must credit my current city, London (she of the million weather changes in a day) with the solution to my problem: layers. These days, I rarely leave the house without an extra cardigan (or tights!) in my bag. That way, I’m prepared. Needless to say, both sunglasses and an umbrella also accompany me everywhere from a stroll in the park to an important meeting.
