By mid-October every year, I’m reluctantly packing away my summer clothes, with only a few apparel and accessory items remaining behind, with the hope of layering them to transition into the colder weather, or for positive thoughts of a freakishly warm day or two in the near future. I simply adore the summer, and feel like I relish in dressing for the season; the thought of endless summer days are what makes me most happy. Meanwhile, when winter rolls around, I feel the effects of seasonal mood disorder rapidly set in, missing my summer-centric belongings and fighting the sense of ‘blah’ that I feel when it comes to the season’s clothes.
