Welcoming the summer with open arms. The seasonal changes in my city are not dramatic. Ever the odd child, Vancouver has mild winters compared to the rest of Canada, and our summers are much cooler.
But still I get to enjoy the changing seasons. I get to see new life in spring, the warmth of summer, the colours of fall, and the coziness of winter.
And right now I eagerly step into summer. One that I hope will be filled with days at the beach, in the forests, and out in the sun.
What do you love most about summer?
I love it when clothes feel like they carry secrets.
Cool colours for the cooler spring days.
Pockets in dresses, small details, hidden colours.
Part of the reason I love my leather jacket and booties is because both of them carry secret colours on the inside. Outwardly, it’s not visible. But every so often, the colours flash as if coming out of hiding for just that turn, that one step.
It hides a lovely green.
Another I reason I love them is that they’re classics. You can never go wrong with a black leather jacket and grey ankle boots. They match almost any outfit. You can dress them up or down. Shopping, work, for drinks at the bar… the possibilities are endless!
Leather booties from Coach. Well worn and loved.
When it comes to jackets and shoes, I prefer not to skimp. As tempting as it is to buy more pairs of cheaper shoes, I am a firm believer that buying good quality shoes will be a better investment in the long-run. They’ll be more comfortable, and they’ll last longer. Comfortable shoes become well-worn over many years. Cheap shoes soon find their way to the trash can after a season which, in addition to being a waste of money, is bad for the environment.
Styles change quickly, which is why I try to look for classic staples that I’ll be able to wear throughout the years.
I don’t completely rule out fast-fashion. But I try to invest in quality. As someone close to me used to always say: I’m not rich enough to be able to afford cheap shoes.
Weary wings from a long journey home. Rest and rejuvenate on the scent of blossoming life.
A bit overwhelmed with work and life these days, so a short post and a recent painting. Two weeks until vacation.
Spring means gorgeous weather, which means I can finally spend time outside.
The Seawall is a gorgeous place to go jogging. There are two in Vancouver, one along each side of the inlet. I go to the one closer to my house, of course, and get this amazing view as a reward.
It’s nice to jog in areas full of fellow runners and casual walkers. The clear skies always bring forth smiles. The numerous adorable dogs help, too. One day I’ll have a dog to walk every morning. One day.
So though the whole time I’m jogging it hurts and I’m questioning why I decided to torture myself like this… all I have to do is look out to the ocean and realize just how worth it it is.
The snow fell heavily for four days, weighing even the tallest of trees with sighs of white. When finally it stopped, all was still and silent. Even the wind fell into taciturn contemplation.
It was the sun that blossomed sound to back to life. Starting with the smallest of drops, it began the arduous task of coaxing the world back to life. Slowly the snow’s white glare began to melt away, slumping from branches and grumbling its way into streams. Steaming from branches and raining its last breaths, it faded to life.
And the noise was what brought the plants to sleepy awareness. Yawning, they stretched upwards to relieve the winter stiffness. Smiling in colours, they greeted each other in brightness. The wind chuckled through the air at last, spinning a dizzy dance of warmth.
Spring is here at last!
It’s the breeze that first tells you that today you won’t freeze. It caresses soft whispers into your ear. No longer does it bite your chin when you walk away, nor crawl under your clothes to thief away your warmth.
Suddenly your steps are lighter, quicker. The ends of your lips curl infinitesimally upwards. Deep within your eyes, hope flares to life.
Already the memories of past discomfort are fading. Of frozen toes and red-tipped noses. Of chunks of frozen hair lost with a careless gesture. Of hands permanently stuck in coat pockets, and shoulders hunched forward, defensively, resignedly.
Already you envision your winter coat hung up in the closet. Your thick socks rolled up at the back of the drawer. Your woolen sweaters guarded by mothballs.
You look up as the sound of a small bird’s chirp prods your soul. The tree’s branches are still bare, but that will change soon. Though the bird blends in well, your eager eye is quick to spot it. You reluctantly move on, aware that, should you linger too long, your boss will not be pleased. Alas, not everyone is cheered by the lively hints of spring.
You stare wistfully at the deceptive, blue sky.
A particularly strong gust of wind sneaks down the back of your coat. You shiver.
Soon the wind croons.
Soon. Not quite yet, but soon.