I heart winter

I've been in California for three years now and I've been relishing the sunshine. I adore the heat and everthing that comes along with it, including flip flops, tank tops and summer dresses. But after three years here, I've started to feel a little out of sorts. The weather here is always THE SAME and I miss having seasons. At least a the Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer cycle forced me into acknowledging the passage of time, but here, in San Francisco, January feels like July and I can hardly believe that a whole 6 months (let along 3 years) has flown by. Mind you, none of this is aided by the fact that I work is a termperature controlled office building and have very little interaction with the outside world. Hence, I am led to believe, my recent obsession with sweaters and wool coats which in the dead heat of summer is otherwise totally inexplicable. I'm having delusional fantasties of moving back to Montreal and trudging through the snow in the winter time clad in sassy knee-high boots, a beautiful wool coat and a cashmere scarf (and as anyone who has actually lived in Montreal in the hell-has-actually-frozen-over days of winter knows, this is not an experience to be desired). Maybe I should just buy the clothes and head up to Tahoe more often....





* photo courtesy of anthropologie.com - Funnelneck cardigan