Now that we've survived the polar vortex winter, pollen vortex has arrived, and summer is fast approaching, or is here, depending on Mother Nature's mood or your location, it's time for me to consider the annual changing of the guard -- moving the closets around.
Except that lately, I am completely perplexed. Here on the East Coast, Mother Nature seems to be going through menopause and every day's weather is different. We're hot. We're cold. We're hot. We're cold. Last night we had a mixture of rain and some kind of frozen precipitation.
It's the middle of April.
It was eighty degrees two days ago.
I don't know what to wear.
I give up.
A couple of year's ago, in an attempt to gain space without a total closet re-do I took some magazine's advice and bought two large under-the-bed storage containers. I neatly packed away some winter clothes and slid them behind the dust ruffle to hibernate the summer away. Then, I promptly forgot they were there. When I found them months and months later, it was like I had a whole new wardrobe, except that most of it didn't fit, or was out of style, or I hated it.
Last fall I may have stashed stuff everywhere, under my bed, in my daughter's closet, under my son's bed, in the attic, but I don't remember exactly where anything specific is located. I probably should have written up a cheat sheet or created a Seasonal Clothing GPS app.
Now every morning as the climate toys with us, I wonder what to wear and where to locate my other season clothes.
This spring, during Easter and Passover, as you hunt for pretty decorated eggs or the Afikoman, remember that I'll be hunting for my other wardrobe. So, wish me luck.
But, if you see me wearing a wool sweater in July, or a summer cami in December, don't judge. I'm making a statement.
Or maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to move to a one season climate.
California, here I come.