If the truth be told, I HATE the cold.
Every morning I peel the curtains open, hoping to see a blue sky with streaks of cumulus floating towards the sea. I look up. If the sky is grey, I close the curtain abruptly to keep the warmth from escaping, and wrap my dressing gown tightly around me as I mentally prepare for the day.
When I first moved to Wellington more than 15-years ago, I didn’t know that it could be possible to be allergic to a city…but I was… (at least for a few months!). A day out hunting for a flat in the middle of a cold, windy Wellington winter left my neck raw, and creased like my skin had been turned inside-out, my face had become brittle and dry like a piece of discarded newspaper that had been left in the rain, only to dry again. I felt like this city hated me, and I was starting to hate it.
The wind here is brutal and likes to deprive its inhabitants of sleep. It hungrily gnarls and bashes at bedroom windows, topples trees as they painfully arch their backs trying to remain upright, it tears off roofs, and forces the ocean to unearth perfectly sealed pavement.
Yes, I hate the cold.
But more-so, I hate the wind.
Because of the wind, the rain doesn’t fall vertically, but horizontally!
That is why I wish for blue sky.
Bleep, bleep, bleep…
I roll over, and nestle under my heavy blanket. My hot water bottle, (now an uncomfortable cold weight), inhibits my feet from moving freely at the bottom of the bed.
Hit the button.
I open my eyes.
A shard of light leaks through a crack in the curtain.
I peel the curtains open. I look up.
The sky is blue.
I see streaks of cumulus drifting up over the hillside as it makes its way towards the ocean.
I love the sunshine.
I love this city.
I love this city in the sunshine.
I like the shape of these linen shorts, but have to be in the right mood to wear them. They have a kind of bell shape to them, and almost look like culottes, and I’m not normally a T-shirt girl, but loved this Angry Cloud print. The jacket was something I found rummaging through my Mum’s collection of Vintage gear. She has a great eye for picking things up at thrift stores, and I was lucky that she didn’t want it anymore.
This leather bag actually looks like a vintage camera bag, but even though it’s small I’ve found it pretty versatile as it can work with a more modern look. My little brother bought it for me as a birthday gift from Australia. He likes to buy gifts that last.
Wearing: Vintage Laura Ashley Jacket, Organic Cotton ‘Angry Cloud’ T-shirt from here, Bag: Status Anxiety (similar), Linen shorts from Salasai (similar), Shoes: Tassled brogue block heels (similar), Marc by Marc Jacobs bracelet, Lazer cut wooden necklace: (simlar)