Winter is officially here. The more international glossy magazine shoots of girls in bikinis and juicy red, summery lipstick there are, the more we can no longer be in denial. Europe may be rediscovering pedicures and sunblock. But here, the cold has arrived, and she is the size of Gilbert Grape’s mother. Chin blue, nose running, eyes watering kind of cold. On the upside, everyone looks great in a scarf, Joburg looks fantastically dramatic and Lemony Snicket like and I have a ridiculously lovely new pair of leopard print stockings.
My mama sent me this picture taken in the Drakensberg from their verandah on a particularly chilly morning. I want to go to there.