Native American Summer

Ever notice when you go to Florida in the winter, the Floridians (boy did my grandmother love that word) are dressed in cardigans and slacks (ditto), but we northerners are running around in halters tops and hot pants? (I guess it's inexplicably 1975.) There must be some quasi-scientific explanation for this phenomenon, referred to in the South as "those idiot northerners syndrome." Well, we have a warm front coming through tomorrow, making the mercury-free-and-therefore-safe-for-Broadway-performers thermometer shoot up from the single digits to the mid 50's, and I am thinking this silk top, at a mere $20, would be just perfect.

Orange You Glad It Isn't Peach?

When I started work and went through four searingly hot months of training in Tampa (Tampa! In the summer! Suits required!), the company arranged to have a woman come speak to us over dinner about how to dress professionally. Also, how to use a fork and knife (really - my company hired from top tier schools, and then felt a need to pygmalion us). This woman told all the women that we needed to invest in a peach colored suit. I will never really get to the bottom of that suggestion. Was it a power play? Did she hope to stop by the office later that summer and chuckle to herself when she spotted any of us in peach suits, knowing that none of us, who each had to pass an HR test to secure this job and must therefore be sane, would have arrived with a peach suit in our garment bag, and must therefore have purchased it at her malevolent suggestion? I wouldn't put it past her.


So, to make it clear, I believe a peach suit is a bad idea. If it were a dog named Idea, I would hit it in the snout with a rolled up WWD or Anthropologie catalog and say, "Bad Idea!! Bad, bad Idea!" But I do love me some burnt orange. Look at this gorgeous, flattering tank in that great combination of silk with lycra - and only $16, with free shipping!