Alaska is a beautiful and most wonderful place. But, it is not hot here.
No no no, Alaskan summers are an average 65 degrees and cloudy. Sure, we get days where there's glorious sun (like today!), but it's typically a nice 65 with clouds day after day, all summer long.
Which don't get me wrong, I'm totally ok with. I hate sweating, HATE IT. So daily life in the cool lane actually fits me quite well.
So to change things up, at this very moment Adam and I are on a plane headed south to hang out in Sweet Home, OR to attend the Oregon Jamboree. Which I'm sorry, could they have picked a less awesome name for their country music extravaganza weekend?
What the hell Oregon? Was, "Kick Ass Country Concert Weekend of Awesome" taken or something?
We're attending the Sunday night event so we can catch Adam and his father's favorite old time country singer, Jerry Jeff Walker in action. Before he croaks and all. Adam's mother and I are there to look fantastic and laugh and point at anyone wearing denim on denim. Extra points if they are also rocking a cowboy hat AND boots. I will also most likely drink too many cheap beers, sing along far too loud in public to be appropriate for my age, and I'd bet I'll eat my weight twice over in greasy food.
Equally awesome is that in an effort to bask in all that is NOT an Alaskan summer, I will refuse to take my brand new sundress off.
The. Whole. Weekend.
Because I know once I've left the land of 80 degrees and country and returned to the land of 65 degrees and polar bears, the next time I wear this dress it will be paired with a cardigan, tights, and probably boots.
In the middle of August.
All in all I'm not complaining. I mean really it could be worse. I could live somewhere that considered dressing like this appropriate no matter the temperature. Like Vegas. Or a retirement community.
You guys, I was pro-stylin' as a wee one. The best part? I'm 99% sure this wasn't even a Halloween costume.