My Winter

What’s there to love about winter? One writer queried. Well, there’s plenty actually. There’s the liberation you get when you wake up in the mornings (after several attempts) , of knowing that regardless of your skin imperfections you can still look stylish in those bulks of tights, scarfs, and oh, trench coats, they come in handy when you want to hide that 2 kg you’ve just gained.  I love having to wear what I feel contented in, and winter grants me that freedom. 

 I love wearing stockings, black ones only because they’re sexy. But because I stay in Pretoria, it is not practical for me to wear my black stockings in a 30ᶜ blazing hot city, I only wear them winter.

I love winter because I can get away with the UK boots trend.  See that trend we all love but just can’t follow because of our hot weather. Boots and an above the knee dress or skirt. You can’t wear that summer because you will look like a city girl meets driller. So when our chilly winter comes, we get to play around with that look. It’s chic and we deserve it. I love winter because I can eat anything I want. I love beautiful, warm food, and during winter I eat without feeling guilty.

 I save the guilt for summer. It is only in winter that you can eat a bunny chow twice a day and not notice any avoidable weight gain. It is only in winter that you even get away with wearing different-colour-socks and still pretend as if life is normal and nothing is in the wrong. Winter is great; it allows you to have an excuse of staying indoors and not going out. I mean you can just say it’s cold and save having to explain why you don’t want to go to News Café. It gives you the freedom to dodge the outdoors and have the entire day to catch up with the Basket Ball Wives

You wouldn’t get that time if it were summer and you can go to a street braai or food festival.

 Winter is not bad at all, it is only bad when it is gone because then you realise that you have put on some weight and you don’t even have time to visit your personal trainer. Other than that, it’s perfect, you can even get away with wearing your boyfriend’s jacket. They’re romantically warm.