What Season Is It Again?

What Season Is It Again?


This is an issue rather specific to the Northeast right now so some of you, if not all of you, may not care about this in the least.  It seems Mother Nature is having some sort of seasonal crisis and cannot decide which way she wants to go (in typical female fashion…).  Yes, we are into October; the leaves are already a mix of green, orange and brown.  At night it is 40 and 50 degrees.  This all tells us that fall has arrived.  But during the day the temperature spikes to 75, if not higher.  Somewhat reminds me of Nantucket.  So wait, it’s still summer, right?  How the hell are we supposed to dress for this?!

I suppose the solution lies in that oft heralded theory of strategic layering.  But even that can prove to be a nuisance, I also am not in the mood to do it quite yet as it is not quite cold enough for that yet.

As a horrifying thought, this weather makes ponder on the practical implications of those tear away pants from the latter years of the 90’s, I remember I had Adidas ones.  I wonder if there was someway to make a tailored version of those damn things?  Lifshitz!  Ovadias!  Where are you?  Get crackin’ on this.  I digress.

The other day I came up with what I thought to be a crafty solution.  Admittedly, nothing new for myself, or anyone else for that matter.  Anyway, I wore a linen necktie with a wool pocket square with a suit and shirt of a rather non-seasonal nature.  A perfect intersection of summer and fall?  Perhaps.  I haven’t quite been able to bring myself to wear tweed yet, especially during the day.  The same goes with flannel.  But many of the brights and pastels of my summer wear are out of place even during the day, as are my linen garments.  So now I find myself combining simple pieces from different seasons.  Navy shorts, oxford cloth shirt and a fleece jacket.  Khaki pants, linen shirt, blazer and a wool pocket square.  I guess it’ll work for the few weeks of this intermediary between summer and fall, I guess this is what designers call pre-fall?

But whatever, If I can make myself think I’m on Nantucket it’ll all be okay.