It has been unusually warm here in Seattle this February. It hit close to 65 the other day which means no-coat weather. It also means everyone got to see my awesome new Sleater-Kinney shirt I have been wearing.
It is as hot as a pepper in an oven. It is as hot as a tablespoon of straight sriracha. It is as hot as Ryan Gosling winking saucily at Eva Green while standing near a lot of fire. And when it gets this hot, I start thinking about how restrictive these modern clothes are.