I don’t like this time of year, I can see the nights getting longer and the temperature falling day by day, I don’t like knowing that we are going to be faced with six months of chilly days and I really don’t enjoy the prospect of buying jumpers and coats. And while I hate to be a killjoy to all of the girls on Twitter getting excited over Pumpkin Spice Lattes, the thought of fewer hours of daylight and having to start wearing a thermal vest just isn’t appealing.
Don’t get me wrong, there is something pretty magical about seeing the leaves burst into a technicolour of reds, browns and oranges, there is nothing cosier than curling up on the sofa with a candle lit and a hot chocolate in hand but the cloud coverage swamps my mind. I can feel it weighing me down and crushing my inspiration. I’ve been struggling to write recently, the words seem too jumbled into my mind to make their way down into my fingertips to form some kind of cohesive sentence.
So I’m here once again, writing about not being able to write and complaining about the weather as the sun pokes its head from around a white fluffy cloud. I am obviously feeling too resentful of the upcoming winter to fully appreciate how I have become a walking, talking, oxymoron. But while everyone around me virtually wets their pants with excitement at the thought of sweater weather returning I need to know that I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to exit the summer just yet.
Top – Missy Empire
Jeans – Mango
Jacket – Pull & Bear
Shoes – Topshop
Bag – Chloe
Scarf – Vintage