I do this every year. I get really excited that it is ‘fall’ and I bust out all my fall clothes. Then I proceed to wear all of my fall clothes at once and complain because I am sweating profusely.
The only problem is — despite what the calendar might say, it doesn’t really feel like fall at all. It feels like late-summer with cool winds. When the weather actually gets cold, I will be huddled in my house, standing by the nearest vent pumping out warm air, guzzling hot tea, and begging for summer to come back.
But for now, I am having fun pretending it’s actually cold.