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“There is more color in Los Angeles, more resort in Florida, but Milan is a fast-paced city.”

– Michael Kors, on opening a store in Milan.

When I think of fashion categories, I think: summer, mid-summer, not-as-summer and freezing (because anything below 72 degrees is freezing in Florida).

And maybe I’ll break it down to office wear. Maybe. But not really – mostly because there’s no dress code at my office and I’m only inspired about three or four times per month to put more effort than necessary into my workdrobe. Jeans are my lovely crutch.

I’ll tell you what I definitely don’t think of when I think of my wardrobe: Resort Wear.

Who even refers to resorts as resorts? Is this for the Sandals crowd?

And – for the record – resort wear kind of resembles Malibu Barbie meets regular clothes.

The one thing that Resort Wear can offer Floridian fashionplates is its name. This is the stuff we wear all the friggin’ time. Sandals with conch shells. Flowy, strapless dresses. Bright t-shirts. Corals and florals and minis and tight, stretchy things.

With RESORT WEAR, we have something to call it – something people in NY can understand, something our friends will make fun of us for, something we can curl up with at night when we consider what will best show off our Florida tan, perfectly streaked tresses and newly bleached grill. Our “resort wear” outfit.

I already feel more fashionable as I contemplate tomorrow's outfit: open-toed wedges, tank top and J. Lo sunhat, i.e. my mid-September “resort wear.”