Winter and my patchwork coat

These photographs show you a wintry day — the snow had fallen while babies slept in their beds and the cold winds of winter cooed and cawed throughout the floorboards. I told myself many years ago that I must learn to call every winter beautiful and find my own reasons for saying so. I will not spend a lick of December longing for the garden or trying to catch the fragrance of flowers. I will stay cozy and close to the fireplace while being dazzled by the kind of glitter you can only find in the snow. I will bake shortbread cookies and give them a hot cocoa bath. I will find one hundred reasons to love the season in which I was born.

It tests our spirits to try to love winter the same way we love the summertime. There are no flowers to dig trenches for, no travel while you are barefoot and no bumblebees or butterflies to dream upon. I try to see beauty in the snow-covered trees but sometimes it is difficult when you are shivering at the knees. The simplest way to see winter as a celebration is to bundle up inside of your favourite winter coat, the one that is warm in the breast and in the sleeves, and go into the woods. It is the woods that look the most beautiful in the wintertime. Watch for the birds and see your own breath appear like a cloud in front of you.

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After these photographs were taken, a warm gust of wind pushed my hat to the ground and gave my rosy cheeks a more natural colour. I looked up to the sky and saw how the clouds were parting and revealing the softest blue beneath them. A warm pocket of sunshine has been kissing the land ever since. If only the weather could stay this pleasant for my birthday on December 13th!

The Outfit

Dress – Oasap

Winter Coat – Thrifted at Value Village

Hat – Scala Hats from Winners

Fringe Boots – ALDO

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