As far as the seasons go, my friend Krissy says the socks are off — but the stakes are still too temperate to settle into the jacuzzi completely, so during the famed liminal season of neither here nor there, uniform not yet established, template not yet secured, when every day is like Adam Sandler’s life in 50 First Dates between us and our closets, her…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Cereal Aisle by Leandra Medine Cohen to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.