I love summer.
I love that I can chuck on my flowing florals and Havaianas and call it an outfit. I don’t care if my hem lines are a bit shorter than usual, or my fabric choices slightly more transparent than I’d normally wear.
I love that my main accessory is sunnies.
I like it when my freckles appear and my hair lightens a shade or two. I embrace my summer bun coiffure and I don’t fight with my natural curl.
I don’t curse my dry summer skin or the close attention I pay to de-fuzzing and moisturising.
Dangers aside, I love when the sun beats down on my shoulders and when finding shade is such relief. I love it when the sun goes away but the heat lingers into the night.
I get a few pedis in the summer. I wear colour in the summer. I drink sav blanc in the summer. I’m happier in the summer.
I eat better, stay more hydrated, rise earlier and feel healthier.
I come alive in the summer.
This year my summer is starting earlier than usual, with a week up on the GC.
Yep, the Robos are heading north for a bit of fun in the Queensland sun. A pre-summer escape for my Ketut and I, after fairly hectic and shitty episode in life.
Although I blog anonymously, if you notice a tired looking, floral-clad mother, with a couple of varicose veins on her right thigh and a bit of a winter muffin top, I invite you to crack a smile.
If could very well be me.
Linking up as always with my Lizards in The Lounge, this week over at Falling Face First.