I have a pale pink, merino wool cardigan that is my current easy-wear of choice for the California Layered Look. CLL is a local necessity as the hot, hot days are often curtailed by nature's own air conditioning; the marine layer, otherwise known as fog, which rolls in, visible in the distance, stretching its ghostly tendrils down from the crests of the hills that block its roiling, inexorable march inland. This happens most at the end of the day and is a welcome relief. There are times, however, when we are subject to "June Gloom". There are coastal areas, San Francisco included, that can go days without a glimpse of sunlight or blue sky. Happily we live under blue skies most of the time, but a wrap or sweater is always wise to have in reach.
My early morning forays with dogs are a great example of optimum use of said cardigan. I get dressed in the semi-dark so it has the added advantage of a light color that makes it easy to discern. I splash water on my sleepy face, feed old Diva and zoom out with the wide-awake Foster-dogs, usually only just missing contact between my head and the lethargically rising garage door. I make my coffee upon my return, after feeding Darcy and Boomer and before walking Diva. I remove my cardigan because the house feels warm compared to outside and I am warmly exhilarated by the leaps and bounds I have had to take to keep up with D & B as they sniff the fresh trails of visiting deer. They are fascinated by the one glimpse they had of a raccoon sliding its fat, seemingly boneless, body into the gap of a storm drain. I think in their minds they call him "the melting creature" and endow him with many scary talents because they can't resist staring into every gutter we pass but they won't step over one and seem ready for instant flight. I admit I can't resist making sudden noises to make them jump and scare them further.
Boomer had an appointment last week for minor surgery to have a cyst removed from his back. The Collie Rescue Group organized and paid for this. We had to be at the vets' by 8am for a consult and drop off with a hungry dog who had had his walk but was not allowed breakfast. That wasn't too hard but I felt torn leaving his sister, Darcy alone in the garage, also hungry (because I couldn't feed her, not him) and wondering why I took him and left her behind. The best I could do for her was to whip off my pink cardy and leave it on the floor to snuggle or destroy as she chose. I ended up coming home between vet and work so her breakfast was not too delayed and at the end of the day, good news, Boomer's cyst was benign and my sweater was still intact.
Last evening we were invited at short notice to dine with friends. We knew it would be relaxed and outside on their patio. They have two dogs and I opted for cotton capri pants and a black t-shirt, not a big deal if slobbered on by lab-mix, bulldozer dogs. But what about my layers for when it got cold later? I inspected my pink cardigan, briefly; it looked none the worse for wear. It was perfect as the wind at sunset was quite cool and our hosts' dogs were highly interested in sniffing the hidden stories that no-one else could imagine just by looking at my deceptively pristine pink cardigan.