. . .and then she clutched her pearls and gasped "how dreadful!"

The thing that never ceases to amaze me about this in-between-seasons weather is the number of ways people find to be inappropriately dressed.

And I'm not (or not just) talking about people being inappropriately dressed for the situation (when you tell me you work at 14th and K, I shouldn't wonder if you work in a building on that corner or on the corner itself), or their age (Ed Hardy is ridiculous generally, but it's especially ridiculous on infants and members of the greatest generation).

I'm talking about people who are dressed inappropriately for the weather; who are walking around in clothes that make them visibly physically uncomfortable in one way or another.

Yes, I'm talking to you, overdressed lady in your unrelieved black with your wool coat buttoned to the neck and your legs in their thick tights and lined boots, with beads of sweat forming along your hairline at 9 in the morning because you're clinging to some weird idea of what's seasonally appropriate. Believe me, love, I'm all for not wearing white before Memorial Day, but one doesn't need to take it to such lengths that you roast yourself alive while trying to be proper.

And I'm also talking to you, bare legged "lady" in your mini skirt*, t-shirt, and flip flops, your toes turning blue and your entire body covered in goosebumps so pronounced I can see them from across the street. Do you think that if you dress like it's 85 degrees out, you can will it to be so? Because you can't. You just can't. And you're going to catch pneumonia trying--Christ, I feel a sniffle coming on just looking at you.

Believe me, I'm cognizant of how tough it can be to find the "right" outfit for these awkward, mid-seasonal temperatures. I mean, I come from a place where we don't really have seasons, and our only two wardrobe settings were "summer" and "look, just act like it's not summer, ok?" I understand how tough it is to come up with something that's going to look good and be comfortable on a a day with 30 degree variations in temperature, gale force winds, and the everpresent threat of rain.

Hell, I weighed the possibility of "calling in nude" to work this morning because I just couldn't deal with the stress of trying to find something that wouldn't turn me into a sweat puddle when it's 65 degrees** at lunch, or cause me to freeze my tits off walking to and from the Metro station when its 38 degrees*** at the beginning and end of the day.

But the key poppets, is to remember our motto: Moderation. Moderation in All Things (except bacon).

*and sweets? this? is not a look you personally should be rocking even on the hottest day of summer.
**per WaPo
***per weather.com