“I’m singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again…”
Gene Kelly and his Singin’ in the Rain makes you feel toe tappingly bright, doesn’t it?
I often look forward to a rainy day Saturday.
A longer morning, a movie afternoon or a wander where we duck and weave amongst the puddles, is very often the case in London.
I have become accustomed to the English drizzle, the soft falling rain that is enough to warrant wet weather gear yet not heavy enough to prevent getting outside. In London it pays to be prepared for the rain with a wardrobe of raincoats including the heavy, the thin, the casual and the dressy. An umbrella like my lipstick is always in the handbag. A blue-sky day, big, bright and shiny can change in a matter of moments.
In Provence, the elements laugh at the idea of drizzle. Provence means business and they call a storm a storm. There is a solid reason for the expression, “braving the elements’; in Provence when it rains, it pours and 30 seconds outside means a thorough drenching. Those are stay at home days.
What to wear in the rain is the style challenge.
Moisture means a struggle with not only the inclement weather but also the hair. Rainy days are bad hair days for me; they will always be that way. A ponytail, a hat and another blow dry are the only solutions.
Then there is the raincoat.
As cute as the all yellow numbers are I am happier in a more subdued style of wet weather gear. This grosgrain-trimmed raincoat is a fabulous find and one of those pieces that should be in the suitcase packed and ready for the next trip. Oftentimes the trench is not waterproof enough, too formal or doesn’t deserve such an unfriendly blast from the elements.
And the boots.
Wellingtons and England go hand in hand. They are pretty cute at anytime for singing in the rain. xv
Singing In The Rain
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