Weather is a child. It plays with you, messes with you and just when you think it has had its fun it goes and makes a public mockery with you.
I think it kindly realised that I was wearing a bra with straps that stick out, so it insisted on me staying desperately in my jersey to hide this and boots as a small compromise for as my bare legs and their overgrownness (in need of a shave) rustled, quite literally, in the wind.
Hats are no obstacles for wind, nor are dresses apparently. We did Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" in english today which makes my life very poetic, what with Shelley describing the clouds and the oceans and me describing my white white hot pants and hairy legs and shrieks.
And if you, like my aunt are asking what about the "shoe(ness)" (that was all her!) then look no further! Here are the two items which kept me alive on this windy autumnish day.
(The hat is on an original Yoighänder Bessa I, which is a prop of fun in my res room. It points towards a giant block of cheese stuck on the wall, and why that is there is a whole other story, for a whole other blog. Check it out on www.andartattacksagain.blogspot.com/2011/01/choice-notes.html .)
These are my amazing black boots. They are soft. They are comfy. They lace up. They take me everywhere. (They are from Aldo if you want a pair. (Cavendish Mall, Cape Town to be exact).)
So today I was nearly cold, did the whole varsity thing, did the whole free arm band for student night thing, and the whole go-to-granny-for-lunch thing only to find out that she was not there and I didn't have my key and so I had to listen to her neighbour disgruntle at the weeping oak tree thing. And then I did the whole grocery thing, the whole supper thing and the whole plan thing.
Now I'm doing the dress thing to do the dance thing, at the thing called Tiger.
(This is the thing- Fink).
