It's called seasonal denialitis, dear reader, an obscure malady wherein you dress for the weather you want and not for the weather that is. It's a legit diagnosis, also known as high hopes pox. It generally affects Canadians living in desert climates and possibly vice versa, though I cannot imagine anyone stepping out in a Canadian winter sporting daisy dukes no matter how much she wishes it were warmer.
I have a sneaking suspicion all these sweaters, cardigans, and button up shirts did very little to help me kick last week's fever, by the way.
Seasonal denialitis is a strain of a larger subset, common denial, wherein just about everything you do and the way you proceed through life in general glosses over what's actually happening in favor of the reality inside your head.
The cure? Why, darling (cue glittering, coloratura laughter), who said anything about a cure?! Just ignore my flushed cheeks and brace me up with some more of that marvelous fizzy lemonade.
It's the perfect yellow cardigan, darling.
And you would not believe the glorious fall day I have while wearing it.