Sunshine on E 64th Street or The Betty Draper Shorts.

Yellow shirts, Weekday. White tank top with front pocket, Monki. Brown leather satchel (as always!), Vero Moda. Black sandals, Nilson. Old heart shaped glasses that I'm not sure where they're from... Urban Outfitters? Lipstick, "Red Revolution" by Maybelline.

I have a feeling I'm not allowed to complain as long as I'm in New York City. And trust me, I don't want to. But it's like I can't help myself! As soon as I sit down at the computer, my fingertips start doing their own little dance over the keys, and this is what they write:

IT'S TOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOT! Like walking around in an oven! In a sauna! In a desert! (Except that in the desert it's chilly at night, here the nights are just as warm!) IT'S TOOOO HOOOOOT HERE OKAY?!?!?!

Don't blame me, that's my fingers talking. You can't really blame them either, though: today it's a 100°F and not the slighest trace of a breeze. (Around 38°C.)

The reason why I can't seem to refrain from moaning and whining is that, well, I'm very sensitive to heat. When I tell people this, they assume that I don't like the heat. That I think it's more convenient and pleasant when it's not too hot. And... I do. Of course! But it's not that simple. When the weather is too hot for me, I get light-headed, a buzzing sound starts in my ears, I have trouble breathing, and then I pass out. To be honest, I think this has only happened once or twice in Sweden - but basically every time I've traveled to a warmer country. So I guess I really am living in the exact right place on Earth.

When I went shopping yesterday, I was very close to fainting a few times - but, luckily, through the years I've learnt a couple of things about preventing these... minor heat-strokes? - or whatever they are. As soon as I started feeling dizzy, I went into the closest air-conditioned store and sat down. On a chair or bench if possible, otherwise, right on the floor. Gulped down some water from the bottle in my bag, then went back out on the street before anyone could tell me to please not sit on the floor and drink water in their nice little boutique.

And, today is supposed to be even warmer than yesterday. I did have plans but I think they'll have to wait until a day when it's a bit cooler... and anyway, a little more shopping can't hurt!

Oh, what to say about the outfit above. It was really warm. I felt extremely sweaty and disgusting. Seriously, my hair was wet, and it sure wasn't raining. But my sandals have proven to be surprisingly comfortable - way more than any other shoes I brought, I like my heartshaped glasses that I've had forever and I might even say that I love my pale yellow 1950's shorts. They feel like a pair Betty Draper would wear out in her garden, with a sheer creme blouse and some mint green flats.

Other than that - sorry that the outfits aren't more fun. At night, when we change and go out, it's too dark to take photos. So the ones you get to see are my boring trying-to-surivive-the-heat-outfits. Please be patient and stick around, at least until the heatwave is over!