When you live in a city of the most unpredictable weather, one that has the common and most thrown-about tagline of “4 seasons in one day…”
Surely your wardrobe needs to match.
Tuesday 20th February 2018
Mad dash upstairs to get dressed before kinder drop-off. I look outside. Hmmm, windy. Sooooo windy. That tree across the road might just fall down. Sure we are expecting a top of 26, ‘sometime’ today…
I end up with black jeans, and a 3/4 arm-length shirt that has a singlet underneath.
Crap. So I over-estimated the wind. It’s still so mild. But, now I’m home, I have cleaning to do, and then there’s that lasagne that needs attending to as well…
And when sauce squirts on me suddenly an hour later, I don’t care!
Because I am wearing an old Ricky Martin tour t-shirt from 2000, and Fila workout pants that don’t see the light of day outside my front door.
Ok, kinder pick-up. These Fila pants ain’t going outside. And Ricky I love you but that top is such a faded tone of black, a muted seal is a darker shade than you.
Are the Mums gonna hate me? I’m not starting a fashion show but I can’t wear what I wore this morning! It’s too hot! Stuff them.
Blue jeans, now with a green t-shirt.
Okay, how could I get that seriously so wrong AGAIN? Staying inside for 4 hours made me seriously under-estimate how hot it was outside!
Oh that’s right, it’s now 26 degrees. Well hello sunshine.
Let’s get comfy, but also we have friends coming over soon so I need to be respectable too…
It’s my loose-fitting ‘gypsy’ leopard-colour pants, with a plain black singlet.
Ahhh. Finally. Took 4 outfit changes but I finally got there.
(And that’s not including when I first got out of bed this morning, and put pyjama pants over my pyjama shorts while I went to prepare baby girl’s lunchbox, it was that cold).
Living in Melbourne is interesting like this every day. Because this day isn’t an exception. It sets the norm.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.