Summer Frame of Mind
Argument 1: Summer equals romper.
Argument 2: My only romper is black.
Conclusion (which was, by the way, proven after hours under the sun): I sometimes make regrettable shopping choices.
Aside from the fact that my argument rhetoric needs serious overhaulin’, my summer wardrobe does too. Prickly heat in my current staples – blacks, knits and a hefty amount of fabric – just isn’t bearable. Shoving ice cubes down my spine is, although tempting, something I would never torment myself with.
ph by Gerry Robinson