So the great challenge is dressing for two (that’s right, count ‘em, two) climates. Sure, the Bay Area on the whole is pretty much like the Mediterranean, but there’s a pretty noticeable difference between the breezy neighborhood that I live and the nice temperate cool of the store. As such, my work outfits are now ridiculously layered, letting me peel off one clingy, gauzy garment after another until my inside thermometer is just right.
Okay. That might be how it normally is, but today I woke up kind of late, so I just threw on, quite literally, the first pieces of clothing I could find. But the intent is there, which is what counts.