The reassuring thing about all transitional or trans-seasonal dressing is, of course, that you simply cannot get it right. Or if you do get it right, it will be a complete fluke and most likely tomorrow you will get it wrong again.
One day it will be so warm at 7.30am that you can eat your toast and drink your tea on your doorstep, the early morning sun shining into your hopeful face. You will choose a light summer jacket to wear and think, yes, today is the day to get
those pristine white trainers out of their box. And, yes, today is the day to wear that floaty skirt.
You will then go skipping off down the road to the bus stop, thinking about blossom and picnics.
Forty minutes later the temperature will have plummeted by 10⁰C. An hour after that it will start snowing. By 4pm it will be extremely windy and rainy; your trainers will be a sludge of grey material and your skirt will have gone see-through and be showing your pants.
The next day, of course, you will go out in thick boots and a navy sweater, only for it to be so hot that the front pages of all the papers will be plastered with pictures of children swimming in the sea at Brighton and Weston-super-Mare. Everyone will say, “Phew, what a scorcher!” as if they were the ones who invented the phrase, while you sit wondering if you can damage your central nervous system from being this overheated.
Checking the weather doesn’t help, my friends – because transitional
weather makes a mockery of us all, even meteorological scientists.
The only thing you can do is hedge your bets until at least 1 June. What’s that Scottish phrase about not taking your vest off until the end of May? It holds true. Evidence? My birthday is on 1 May and let me tell you, more often than not it’s overcast and a little chilly.
Images: Jonty Davies / Styling: Chloe Forde / Make-up: Kim Jacob / Hair stylist: Ben Cook / Nails: Joanna Newbold