Brrr: the tales of a red jacket
“Roobee! Why the hell are you wearing a ski jacket in May?” was the first thing my friend Nisreen yelled when she saw me today. I haven’t seen Nisreen in over 10 months, she dropped unexpectedly today after “escaping war in Beirut” for the second time in under two years.
And indeed it was very close to a ski jacket, I was wearing my much beloved faux-fur-lined, super-warm, bright-red winter jacket, because well, the weather is being very unpredictable these days, and whether it’s May or December, I really do not enjoy feeling cold.
My beloved red jacket:
Plus, anyone who knows me will most definitely agree that I am a little more warm-blooded than most- I am almost always very cold.
In April, when we were hit by the heatwave, I refused to switch my winter clothing for summer clothing. After all, we were still in April, and there was no way in hell I was going to switch to t’s and skirts in spring.
The heatwave came and went… and May is here, and the next heatwave is no where in sight. I keep looking longingly into my closet at my gorgeous sandals and beautiful shorts, and just thinking how much I miss 35+ degree weather.
I guess I’m sticking to my red jacket, but perhaps it’s time to remove the detachable faux-fur-lining and
cap. Hmm… but then again it rained the other day, and I was the only one who didn’t get wet. Perhaps it’ll rain unexpectedly again?
