It only makes sense to write something about clothes we are dying not not to wear in cold weather. Yes. The weather. Cold, warm, everybody talks about it all the time. Borrring, as my older niece would lazily say while successfully imitating the rolling eyes emoji.

The ? emoji, in fact. ???

Think about the t-shirt you’re wearing underneath your sweater or jacket today hoping for it to see the sunlight. Hoping for your eyes to see the sun and then for the sun to let your sweater or jacket come off. The t-shirt is stuck with you regardless of the weather. Yes.

But then there’s a pastel blue jacket (below) or a floral flowing dress (above) or a sort of a combination (all throughout) that you definitely can not wear in winter and are desperately trying not to let go of.

Or is it just me?

When you feel like Argh, I didn’t get the chance to wear this the whole summer! 

Or is it just me?

Who cares, the sun is going to shine anyway one day and everybody is going to do whatever it is everybody wants to. The truth is we all have all sort of weird little things going on in our heads and sometimes letting it just go feels better than not even thinking about it. Neah, that would be borrring, Natasha. The little things make our everyday life.

The line between the little and the great things is so thin that it is almost invisible sometimes.

One heaven of a line. Just as the line between the warm and the cold weather. The weather again, Natasha!

The line between a complete stranger and anything but a stranger. Don’t what me. Or yourself.

And wear that dress. That shirt. You could stop wearing those shorts, nevertheless. Or wear them. Be a fucking Frankenstein if you feel like it. Just embrace it. Sink in it. Whatever it is, just sink in it.

A very good friend once told me on being sad to just sink in it completely and then you’ll know you went all the way. And then the sun comes out. It always does. And then you can totally sink in it, too. The sun.

It always rains before the sun comes out, Natasha.

Duh.

Rain can be nice, though, Natasha.

Ok.

To be honest, I keep beach dresses among sweaters just in case. Don’t you?

PS: And we haven’t even started on the umbrella ella ella.