Who am I to let a mere thing like rain or wind control my self expression? I will and have been wearing mini dresses in 40 degree weather … sue me I’m happier than I would be in a puffer and jeans
for coats and big mugs of hot coffee and giant stripey scarves and layering and colourful tights and getting to wear my favourite leather coat that smells like falling in love in melbourne and berets and faux fur and wool and rain.
which isn’t to say im sick of summer. i just want to wear some jeans and not sweat my butt off.
