>sheer relief



Let’s start today’s post with a disclaimer: I usually take my photos in the morning, or at least after some serious freshening up at the end of the day. These were taken after spending two hours driving for work, sitting through meetings, coming home and answering emails, and then realizing in a panic what time it is and that a storm is heading this way. So I’m a little rumpled, most of my makeup has melted off, and I’m $7 over budget (damn Stella & Dot bracelet)… but it’s all good.
I read style blogs from around the country, and we’re all singing the same song about the unbearable heat. As much as we’d probably like to wear bikinis and hot pants every day, Emily from Cupcakes and Cashmere did a post offering up sheer tops as a great versatile summer alternative. 
After wearing this Express sheer blouse today, I can vouch for its effectiveness in helping you keep your cool. This afternoon I had to attend a luncheon in a county south of my office, which turned into an experiment in modern-day torture techniques. 
Let me set the scene for you: I drove nearly an hour and stepped out of my car into the sweltering afternoon heat. The luncheon took place at a really nice, small inn/resort, and the concierge directed me to a meeting room on the second floor. As soon as I hit the landing I was overpowered by hot, stuffy air; like the kind you hear about in those paranormal TV shows right before someone gets possessed.
I went into the “meeting room” — which had ceilings lower than my house and was equally as stuffy as the hallway — and managed to score a seat next to an A/C vent as nearly 60 people packed in at their tables. But 10 minutes in, the relieving cold air stopped… I glanced up at the thermostat just above my head, and it read 82 degrees! 
Just as I was about to have a total claustrophobic meltdown, the resort staff brought in lunch, which consisted of several different seafood dishes. As if the sweltering heat wasn’t bad enough, now the place smelled like fish. It was a sufferable two hours, and the only saving grace was a great speaker and a roomful of really nice people who were all as uncomfortable and miserable as me. I drove an hour back and decided to work from home for what was left of the afternoon.
I’m convinced that if I’d worn polyester today, I wouldn’t have made it out of there alive. Now if this storm would just pass, I could take a much-needed shower.

Author: Keira Lennox

I'm a small town lady from the sunshine state with an affinity for bookstores, beauty counters and unfussy style. I spend my days running my flower shop, and my nights blogging about what I love and what I wear. (Or watching Netflix and drinking wine.)

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