Maison Margiela black tshirt dress / STELLA McCARTNEY coat / Yves Saint Laurent black high top shoes / 3 1 Phillip Lim black shoulder bag / Marni necklace / Michael Kors stainless steel watch / Marni bracelets bangle / Smoke & Mirrors mirrored glasses
My favourite time of year is coming up.
It’s the last month of Winter and as the days start getting warmer, the need to layer fades. Soon the amazing feeling of throwing a coat on over a short t-shirt dress and kicks will be all you need to step outside into the great outdoors. Gone will be the days of trying fruitlessly to grab on to the ends of cardigan or sweater sleeves so that they don’t bunch up under your coat sleeves. Which by the way are way too tight to fit anything under comfortably anyway.
As a minimal dresser, layering items in Winter is just not my forte. I end up just being either way too cold, or way too hot. Also anyone who wears a lot of black will know the pain of putting on a entire black outfit, consisting of many layers, only to find that some of the blacks you’re wearing are blue/black, some are red/black and some are green/black…
The struggle is real.
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.
Although we’re not quite into Summer yet, last Friday definitely marked the turning point for me. It was a day that separated the strong from the weak, the men from the boys and the functional A/C units from the non-functional.
Sure enough as temps reached 34 degrees in Sydney City at 10am, our A/C at work decided it had had enough and took off to the beach, or to someone else’s office with a working system. Needless to say, the hair went up, the shoes came off, the whining and whinging commenced and I watched a group of relatively mature individuals turn into sweaty, grumpy hot messes. Literally.
If news reports are correct, Sunday is also set to break AC units state wide as we prepare for a 40 degree day, in other words, the hottest November day on record for the last 5 years.
Ideal scenario for a 40 degree day? Wearing nothing, while sitting in a cool 17 degree temperature controlled room.
Second place goes to a bathing suit, an ice cold Corona and a gentle sea breeze.
Yeap, after a gloriously sunny warm weekend I developed more than just a slight tan. I woke up with the most horribly congested head ever known to mankind and while I would have loved being at home on the couch, I was instead at work, sniffling, coughing, getting cold chills and in general being patient zero.
Sick day attire if I was at home? My biggest jumper, my IPhone, a blanket and not much else but a whiny, disgruntled look on my face.
Nothing new really.
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.
Why? Because as a threesome, they go together like Mac, cheese and more cheese and separately, they’re independent enough to make a statement while also managing to be the monochromatic glue that can bring together a variety of outfits.
Monochrome outfits are a no brainer and require exactly the amount of cognitive function that I’m willing to give on a Monday morning.
Ebony and Ivory, sit together in perfect harmony.
Topshop sleeveless shirt / Theory open front blazer / Camilla and Marc leather pants / Giuseppe Zanotti black sandals / Michael kors jewelry / Yves Saint Laurent bracelet / Maison Martin Margiela silver necklace / Blue Nile infinity jewelry / Thierry Lasry round sunglasses / Tom ford lipstick
I’m not entirely sure what flicks the switch from relatively healthy eating to the eating habits of a teenage boy going through puberty, but it happens every Friday at around 5pm. Surely enough post dinner time I have eaten something either deep fried, cream laiden, smothered in all types of cheese imaginable, a type of fatty meat and/or as many carbs as I can think of. Trust me come Friday evening, I have consumed either 1, or sometimes all of the above. Top it off with a healthy helping of Ben & Jerrys, Fro-Yo or if I’m feeling fancy a Messina creation and there’s my Friday, Saturday and Sunday night literally on a giant plate.
Coming from someone who is what you could say, somewhat lactose challenged, it does not make for a great couple of days.
Suffice to say, come Monday, I want to run a hundred miles, bench press a hundred kilos, attend a pump class and finish off with a Yoga routine. And so comes today’s outfit inspo, because nothing makes you want to sweat it out like some shiny new gym gear and Nike’s trademark quote.
Just Do it.
*Opens a pack of peanut butter Oreos*