A Bug's Life

And I am thinking the usual English thoughts about how hot and sticky it is. I'm quite good with heat, I like it when it's dry and baking and you drink pints and pints of water and your skin stays dry as a bone. I ♥ Arizona. But when it's humid, there's no breeze and your lungs believe you're breathing underwater, that's what I find hard to handle. And sitting completely still and calm, wearing minimal clothing, while perspiration still beads at your hairline and runs down your neck and the sides of your face, that's just uncomfortable and unpleasant.

For the last couple of years I've had my hair cut quite short in the summer, but this last half-year I've been growing it for a change. I know what it was like when it was longish and straight before, but I don't know how it will be now it's gone curly. But it's so hot! It's not quite long enough to tie back, to get it off my temples and the back of my neck. I would go for a haircut now, but I'm sure in 6 weeks I'll be glad of the length, and in Edinburgh in February it will be handy to keep my ears warm. Resist! Resist the snippage!
EDIT: I have two ponytails in a hi/low configuration. This keeps me cooler, but is probably not my best look :-)

I bought a necklace from elisem a few weeks ago, and it arrived today. It's lovely, very silver and black and sparkly, with silver wire twiddles everywhere, but it definitely has winter in it. I may have to buy some new tops to go with it :-) The 10-year-old convention t-shirt aesthetic I so often slip into is very easy to wear, but it has its limitations.