This happened EVERY YEAR. And I never learned. I never had a cooler (both literally and figuratively), back-up outfit planned. I'd end up in cut offs, dirty flips, and a day camp t-shirt. In other words, I'd ruin my debut. (Again.)
This is just one of the reasons being a kid is hard.
Nate and I spent most of the long weekend at the beach, which was nice, barring the fact that Selks were there and at their worst. We checked in on Bay Fest (see this old post to learn more about that), did a little thrifting (which I'll post about on the Chic blog later) and swam in a lake that is already beginning to feel too cold.
I know it's not really fall. Not yet. But it feels like it.
*Disclaimer: I live in Toronto. Obviously, you may have had contrary experiences with the Labour Day weather. Can't help that. As I said to my niece recently, "No one can control the weather." She answered, "Yes they can!" But when I asked her about who was able to control the weather, all would say was "SOMEbody. SOMEbody can."