Dearie me, 102 degrees predicted for today, and here we are with the wool. It's not because I want to, it's because . . . I just have to. I have to start thinking about fall products because the fall ball is the hardest ball to get rolling. Planning things for summer when it's chilly, blustery winter is kind of a no-brainer. Planning things for fall closets (and, let's face it, fall has the best clothes, no?) is like cranking up the fireplace in your swimming suit — it just doesn't seem right, somehow. I don't know how people in industries (fashion, magazines, etc.) where they are always working six months or farther ahead do it. When I worked in book publishing we were always working like a year and a half ahead and I seriously could never get a grip on it. If anyone started talking dates over a week and a half away, I would kind of get this empty-eyed donut-glaze happening and have to say, "Uh, you just lost me." Which, you know, wasn't great. Even now people say things like "Spring '08" (and I really don't know why they would be saying this but I feel like they always are saying it, somehow, and then I start twitching) and I can only barely imagine when that is, and what comes between now and then.
Nevertheless, every year as I'm scrambling in September, I make a vow to start sooner. It takes me so stinking long to plan, source, cut, sew, and finish my stuff I just have to start now. Must. Start. Must. Start.
But oh, the irony! Please don't break, air conditioner!!!