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Perhaps our unseasonable weather is a blessing in disguise, Pamela Loxley Drake suggests.

COURTESY PHOTO - Pamela Loxley DrakeWhere are my navy slacks? Where is my fall sweater? (Who the heck calls them slacks anymore?) It's in the 80s! Where is my brain?

We don't change clothing with the seasons. We change it with the weather.

Oregon has been hot and dry for so long that I am wearing out my summer clothes. We are still in shorts and sandals. Perhaps we are the new tropics! Perhaps the once "can't be climate change" doubt has come to pass and has affected my wardrobe. (Do we still say wardrobe? Don't you put clothes in a wardrobe?)

Trees are looking at one another wondering if they should change into their winter wear. (I'm wondering if I have enough in my head to finish this column.) My begonias and other flowers are wondering if they should droop and drop leaves. They're asking one another, "Did we miss winter?"

Today, I went to get some nicer winter wear should my book take a turn for the better. So far, no activity, but I have faith and will be decently dressed should I have a signing or a bestseller.

In case you haven't really looked at the trends in women's clothing, don't bother. Thank goodness I have never been a label chaser. I'm not a Nordstrom's shopper and love a good bargain. I figure that if you find a discount or sale, you can buy twice as much. Right? Right.

Sweaters are fringed. For a short person, fringe looks like knee dusters. Some have incredibly wide sleeves starting at the shoulder and ending at the cuff. Again, for shorties like me, I resemble a little fat bat.

Then there are the stovepipe-legged pants. Two legs can fit into one pant leg — or slack leg. Hmm.

Clothing. I find that what is on the outside is not nearly as important as what is on the inside.

Now, I'm not talking body types here. No. You can look like a million dollars and be a complete louse. The clothing does not make the picture perfect. Only the beauty of the inner person can make an outfit complete. (Do they still call it an outfit? Hmm. That word leaves room for a completely new column.) Victor Hugo had the right idea. I know this line well as I've read "Les Misérables" twice (unabridged).

"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare — there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul."

Yep, love, compassion, delight in the people around us. Wear those things and you will always be perfectly dressed no matter the season. Perhaps people listen better if they are not blinded by the perfectness of the fall outfit.

Food for thought from a short woman in summer clothes.

Pamela Loxley Drake is a Beaverton resident and self-described lifelong "farm girl." You can contact her at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..

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