There's no denying the unique fashion sense inherent to New Yorkers. Sidewalks become runways as you pass by people outfitted designer ensembles, thrift store finds, or anything in between that somehow just works.
My roommate and I often joke that there is pressure to leave the house always looking "dressed." It is frowned upon by those who set the fashion rules to strut down 5th Avenue in pajamas if the person next to you is paying homage to at least three different designers.
I'm a fan of high fashion and couture (on other people, of course), but I believe that true fashion sense is being able to dress perfectly for the weather, even when it fluctuates as much as the mood swings of a middle-aged woman going through menopause. (Why else do you think it's called Mother Nature?!)
This past Monday, it dropped to the low 60s in the evening. On Tuesday and Wednesday, it was absurdly humid and in the 90s. Thursday was just as bad. Today it's supposed to be somewhere in the middle of these autumn extremes. I struggled to pick out the right outfit in the morning, traveling to work with both a tank top and a sweatshirt on hand, not knowing what the weather would be when I stepped out for lunch.
However, each day, I have seen multiple people perfectly dressed for the fluctuations in weather, as though they are not an anomaly. On the cooler days, a lined jacket and knee-high boots. On the scorching days, short shorts or a flowing sundress. More often than not, I get caught in those clothes in the opposite conditions. Sweating/shivering promptly ensues.
The flawless transition that these few fashionistas manage to handle is truly impressive. My (weather-inappropriate) hat is off to you.
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