Can anyone actually believe that Christmas is in FOUR DAYS?
When you’re a kid, you literally want everything for Christmas. All the things, ever created, everything, just give it to me.
As you get slightly older, you learn the valuable lesson about quality VS quantity, but yet you still want ALL OF THE THINGS.
Finally you get to the point in your life where you actually learn the value of money and you realise that most of the time presents are a massive waste of money, unless there’s something you genuinely want or need.
We become sensible grown up humans, asking for things like exercise gear to pre-empt the usual New Years resolutions, bath towels, sheet sets or Soda Streams. Gifts become less of a treat ad more of a necessity. Less of an “I want” and more of an “I need”. What happened to that little girl who asked Santa for a real live unicorn? Well screw it. This year I’m asking for a unicorn. A really big one. The best one money can buy.
… Either that or i’ll settle for anything Helmut Lang.
Until then, tomorrow marks phase one of trans seasonal dressing.
Without really knowing if the days are going to hot, cold or lukewarm, my clothing options are without a doubt going to become slightly confused over the next few weeks. I’m talking beanies with t-shirts and coats with sandals confused. This phase is mostly spent feeling too cold to take layers off, but too warm to have any extra on.
The timing of phase two really varies depending when we have that first really unseasonably warm day. The day that causes girls everywhere to think “I could be wearing shorts today.” What happens next? A false sense of security that fools you into pulling out their denim cut offs only to spend a few extremely uncomfortable days being unnecessarily cold.
The third and final phase? That glorious day when you pull on your bikini for the first time in 9 months, dip your toes into the crystal clear ocean, only to go running and screaming away from the freezing cold torture that is the ocean in spring.
By then, the sweaty, humidity of Summer will be welcomed with open arms.