Bear with me here. I appreciate “No Shave November” as much as the next woman, and I will sport comfortable black leggings at least four times a week. Yet, my humble opinion stands – summer trumps winter! Yes, cooler temperatures are sometimes a welcomed change after months of sweltering heat, but I still prefer the latter over the former. Here are 3 reasons why:
1. It is easier to dress for summer.
Nothing is more annoying than the mood swings of Louisiana’s winter. Seriously, how am I supposed to dress for a low of 45 and a high of 98? Too many times I’ve trekked across campus in a sweatshirt and knee-high boots to my early morning class, only to be forced to change into a short-sleeved shirt and flip-flops by noon. It is like Mother Nature can never make up her mind.
At least in the summertime, I know what the forecast will read: hot all day! Therefore, I can rock a tank top and a pair of shorts without worrying about freezing to death because the temperature will not drastically change. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for winter.
2. Dressing in layers is a hassle.
Ugh. When I was in grade school, my mom made me wear this huge bubble coat that made me look like Michelin Man from the tire commercial. It seemed as I was doing the “100 Layers of Clothes” challenge for how many garments I had piled on my small frame. Once I arrived inside, I had to strip off half my wardrobe and carry the excess clothes around with me since it was so warm in the building. It was a struggle.
On the other hand, when sunshine was prevalent, I never needed to stuff a heavy overcoat and scarf into my locker to avoid lugging it around with me. Being hot is not my favorite thing in the world, but I would rather be just hot than put on stacks of clothes to protect myself from the cold only to end up hot in the long run. It is not fun.
3. Waking up cold sucks.
If I am buried underneath a mountain of thick blankets, the last thing I want to do is leave that toasty sanctuary in order to get dressed for the day. During the summer, my teeth do not chatter and my shoulders do not tremble as I rush to change out my pajamas. I also do not have to worry about catching the flu if I walk barefoot on the floor.
Needless to say, I find waking up with perspiration trickling down the side of my face more preferable than waking up shuddering for dear life. That is my two cents, though.
Yes, I enjoy celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s, and no, I do not like being swarmed by love bugs and dragonflies every time I walk outside during the summer. However, I will take scorching heat over chilly winds any day of the week. The unpredictability, the art of dressing in layers and the misfortune of waking up cold are not features I look forward to every year when the temperatures drop. Call me crazy, but I'm already anticipating summer. Bring on the heat!
