Coming out of the summer-hating closet

My Darling Lovelies. I don’t like to use the word “hate” on this blog, because this is a blog about love and lovely things, but I do have to get something off my lobster-red, sunburned chest – mainly in the hope that I’m not alone: I hate summer.

Coming out of the summer-hating closet - Darling Lovely Life - Sara Gibbs - curly hair floral dress

Will the madness never end?

Summer is the time of year when everyone flocks outside in excitement at the “lovely” weather. It’s the topic of office water-cooler talk, headlines screaming about summer heatwaves, people flocking to even more tropical climates.

And then there’s me – squinting to read the article I’m writing through puffy, watery, itchy eyes – pausing to sneeze every minute then howling in agony because I’ve accidentally grazed my sunburned back against the sofa. Borderline narcoleptic from the heat and barely able to form coherent sentences, unable to open my eyes for more than a few minutes at a time in the blinding sunlight, frazzled, dehydrated, body conscious and quite honestly fed up with the stupid summertime.

Coming out of the summer-hating closet - Sara Gibbs - couple selfie in summer


Yes, I am a rare breed of human whose idea of holiday hell is lying on a hot beach. I’m someone who wears sunglasses when it’s cloudy, hates the idea of wearing skimpy clothing and am allergic to absolutely everything. I hate summer.

Sure, there’s ice cream and everyone else seems happier, but it’s hard to enjoy all of that when going outside is a long routine of covering every part of my exposed skin in lotion, or it’s impossible to go out at midday because I can’t drive anywhere for the glare from other cars

Fortunately, there’s just one month left to  go until the cool autumn comes in with its crisp smell, air of excitement, beautiful bronzed leaves and, of course, my birthday. With it will come my eyesight, my sanity and my ability to sleep in beyond 5am (no matter how good my curtains are, I wake up with the sun).

So a silly piece, but an important one. I despise summer and everything that comes with it. Who’s with me?

8 Comments on Coming out of the summer-hating closet

  1. anon
    July 22, 2014 at 11:02 am (5 years ago)

    Totally. When booking our summer family holiday this year Mr R was suggesting Disney world (it makes my skin crawl at the thought, but the kids would probably love it…). I asked for a breakdown of the temperature in July August. He got no further than ’30’s’ until I said, hmmm, what is the point of holidaying somewhere I WILL BE GRUMPY (then came the 90% humidity and which point I was rolling on the ground WITH LAUGHTER that he had had the audacity to even moot it as a suitable destination). We are off to Canada. There is a breeze. And it’s normally mid twenties. Which is my maximum. The northern European and Irish blood in me is strong. I am rarely cold.

  2. Sarah
    July 22, 2014 at 11:48 am (5 years ago)

    The ONLY thing I like about summer is when I can get some semblance of a tan. The whole process of which is torturous in itself. I hear you sister. Viva le Winter!!

  3. Beth
    July 22, 2014 at 12:44 pm (5 years ago)

    I like summer evenings when it’s cooler and there’s a pub garden to sit in, but I don’t love the hayfever, insect bites and heat rash. My husband goes even further – he is part Viking, loves the cold and rain and runs the risk of spontaneously combusting in bright sunlight. He prefers to spend the summer indoors with the curtains closed, watching the cricket. :)

  4. Amy
    July 27, 2014 at 11:50 am (5 years ago)

    Preach sister! :) I hear you all the way for all the reasons you listed. Roll on Autumn with it’s glorious winds and the need for scarves :) A x


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