Friday night conversations #4 What’s your favourite season?

A really simple convo starter tonight, but albeit one that all people have a definitive answer to when asked.

As every year passes I find myself appreciating the cyclic benefits of the changing seasons… especially in Melbourne where we feel the drastic elements all too strongly.

Winter with its hibernating instinct, asks us all to look within, take inventory of our lives, reflect and respond, in doing so preparing ourselves for the re-birth of…

Spring. With the promise of new opportunities, ideas bloom and spring forth in our social consciousness just as much as they do in nature, and we are treated to an abundance of promising and exciting new paths to take in our life.

The dry and humid heat of Summer allows us to relax, sit in the sun and soak in the fruits of our labour. We enjoy the days with leisure, and allow it all to boil to the surface… living life in excess, taking life by the reins and RUNNING with it.

And then Autumn. We shed the past, wash away our fears, and step away from our old habits, ridding ourselves of that which does not serve us and preparing ourselves for the self-reflection in the dark and quiet months ahead.

I’ve come to realise that there is beauty in ALL these months… yes, even Winter.

(I’ve even written a big Winter post about it, so you can be sure that will be re-shared fairly soon).

But my personal fave?

Summer. 😁🌞

The leonine that I am… I love to bathe in the sunlight, watching the world go by, taking temporary pause and stock of my life, while simultaneously trying to be amongst every single Jungle event that season. 😂

What is you favourite season, and why?

Which path do you take on the topic?

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4 outfit changes in one day

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

8:45am.

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.

10:00am.

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.

2:00pm.

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.

2:45pm.

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.

♥ Melbourne.

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