I love inner Melbourne. The rows and rows of Victorian worker's cottages on small blocks with ornate iron lace work (I think that's what it's called) and flowers in the tiny front yards. This street had two houses almost completely obscured by fluffy colourful blooms.
I think this shows a big part of what it's like living in Melbourne. See how bright and sunny it is? We are well into the half of the year that has blinding, burning hot sun, but it isn't necessarily hot, or even warm. On Friday night I didn't wear that sheer dress, but had to rug up in full on winter attire as it was freezing cold and raining. We had the heater on when we got home, and again on the Saturday morning. But then as Saturday went on, the temperature rose and... well, it wasn't too warm, but it looks it!
I got this skirt a few months ago and have worn it loads throughout winter. I've realised I didn't enjoy clothes very much for the past few months, and it's because I was – and still am – missing a few key pieces in my winter wardrobe. Now that Spring is (apparently, technically, but not always actually) here, I am more and more interested in cold-weather wear. Lots of 1940's crepe dresses, wool capes and black. All winter I wanted it to get warmer so I could wear my vintage sun dresses and now I want it to be cold again.
This is a good place to start for me, for writing what it is like moving from London to Melbourne. I haven't really wanted to write about it at the moment, as I don't like this time of year here. I love Autumn in London; the dark evenings for Hallowe'en and then bonfire night, and the settling in of the cold winter for Christmas. Here it is supposed to be the opposite, of course – hot summer days – but instead it is summer one day and winter the next, and all we've got to look forward to is months of extremely hot weather. I get even more homesick in Spring here than at any other time of year.