It’s been cold the past few days. Like, triple layer, knit accommodating, bordering on disgusting sort of cold. Kind of shocking, but the slightly less hospitable weather conditions have made for some interestingly windswept walks and consequent billowy item chases. I felt boy-scout level prepared for my morning on-foot crawl to a nearby coffee house this morning with my ridiculously plush leopard print coat and child-sized umbrella (because the skies looked just a little forbidding), but apparently the kite-flyable winds meant absolutely nothing to my neighbors, most of whom limited their garb to the bare necessities. How do they so effortless make the transition from pristine 70 degree days to pervasive chill? Are they just somehow hiding a massive amount of those skier hand-warmer things in their overly tight jorts? And on that note, do they sell those down here? Cause I would definitely buy some. Then again, a microwaved ice-pack might also do the trick…I’m a wimp.
Note: these photos are from a few days ago-before the temperature took a nose-dive. Nobody does denim like One Teaspoon. Australian designers really know what they’re doing when it comes to crafting the most bizarre things you’ll ever absolutely need.