I don’t know what the weather is like in other places on the first day of school, but when I was a child, it was generally boiling hot in Southern California during the first week after Labor Day, which is when we all returned to school back in those days. But on that first day, I and several of my classmates traditionally ignored the steaming heat and went to school in our new (or at least new-to-us) turtlenecks and sweater vests (I’m old, we wore sweater vests then) and corduroy pants (ditto) and tweed skirts (ditto). I HAVE NEW OUTFITS FOR SCHOOL AND I AM GONNA WEAR THEM!!!!! was my thought process every year as I took a page of notebook paper and made it into a fan and desperately tried not to pass out during social studies.
That feels like what is happening here. Eva’s bought her new fall wardrobe and YES it’s August and YES those are long sleeves and YES SHE’S VERY WARM RIGHT NOW but SHE DOESN’T CARE, SHE’S GONNA WEAR IT:
I assume that, much as what happened in my school days, she will accordingly show up tomorrow back in her old favorite shorts and a ratty tee-shirt from the San Diego Zoo.