Im sure I speak for all British-kind when I say; I just love our summer (with heavy sarcasm riddled in my words)...
And, much like you, I'm struggling to deal with the concept of digging out my (only just) archived boots and jumpers instead of wearing the miscellany of summer bright wedges; pleated chiffon skirts; quirky printed playsuits and my infamous collection of retro and vintage hats.
I guess you know that Summer really insnt going to climax when it's not even August and your seeing Autumn preview collections littering the highstreet stores. (Collections, of which, I cannot wait to weave into my attire (as it is the Autumn season that really gives you the liscence to play with more layers, more fabrics, more shapes than any other season)) But I refuse to blog about the move on of Spring's 70's trend or the array of retro knits plaguing my anticipated wardrobe, as this would only be admitting defeat.
So come on you Miss England's (in the words of Luella Bartley, A Guide To English Style) fight the urge to throw on that very inviting aztec printed cashmere knit or those old faithful brown leather riding boots. Pay an hommage to the failing sun by wearing those ridiculously short, bright orange shorts with that The Who tour t-shirt, you stole from your boyfriend, despite the howling winds cloaking this god forsaken country.
Like it's always been said, fashion is all about making a statement and its about time that we let that statement say;
I don't give a F*ck if it's raining.. It's 'Summer' and I'm going to bloody well dress like it.