Winter really is upon us. You know it because exhalation is visible to your naked eye. As I admitted in my last post that winter was something I used to dread. It was almost a phobia. I really don’t look forward to cold weather at all. So much so that I absolutely refuse to take holidays in countries where it is cold. The last time that happened I was in Paris, caught the worst food poisoning ever and pretty much froze my way through fashion week.
I’m not much for the ski season either, having grew up playing with snow every winter, the white fluff doesn’t have any mesmerising effect on me whatsoever. Thank God, hubby is the same. Although he is Canadian, he left Winnipeg when he was only a toddler. We both dislike winter and often dreamt of being able to spend 2 summers a year for the rest of our lives. But recently, I learnt to appreciate the cold season. Maybe because I’m a year older, and wiser. I was reading a novel and the word ‘wilt’ struck me. Warmth wilts. Winter sucks, but it gives nature a chance to rest and regenerate. Subjecting oneself to 2-4 seasons of summer is sheer luxury but it may catch up with us if we do it too often. Wilting is not exactly elegant…
Indeed, this Leonard St dress is the perfect summer maxi dress, but I love that its bright pattern and bold hue are able to cheer up the grey winter skies. And of course, always one to break tradition, I decided to toughen up the pretty frock with a leather jacket that Marlon Brando would have been proud of.
So tell me, do you suffer from winter phobia too? Or do you love the chilly weather?