Life In A Cold Country
As you might have read in the last couple of months, I have done my best to put a hold on my spending and started investigating my shopping habits. After having thrown away heaps and heaps of clothes I bought in a hurry or as a cure to a bad mood or a lousy day at work I felt like starting fresh and minimising the amount of garments in my wardrobe. Which, honestly, is a great goal and a very honest way of thinking about the environment and the consequences of your actions while at the same time still wanting to look presentable in a more slow fashion type of way. I have so far been quite successful in rearranging my wardrobe and have made my attire fit with the climate, my job and my studies.
Last weekend I picked up a long lost suitcase that I had given to a friend when still living in Lyon. She had come over to Amsterdam to visit loved ones and dropped off my suitcase contemporaneously. My apartment in Lyon (which was situated in the old quarter and was perhaps the most beautiful place I have ever lived in) was supplied with a (although small but fantastic) walk-in closet and I had taken the liberty while living there by filling it with whatever tickled my fancy. Also, the climate of the Southern European city has soft winters and long and warm summers, which means that most people dress in a comfortable and easy-going manner. Think sundresses, linen shirts and loose trousers type of weather. Which quite frankly, I really am starting to miss. Come to think of it, I also miss my one hour lunch break and having fresh bread at anytime anywhere. Without digressing, when I opened my suitcase I felt some sort of pang in my heart and felt myself being filled to the brim with nostalgia on finding my old collection of sundresses, beautiful shirts, sandals and light tops. The Northern European climate does that to a person, LOL.
It is silly to imagine that we are able to attach so many feelings to a garment, and when rediscovering mentioned garment we revisit all those places and feelings we had connected to it. I will refrain from getting all mushy and teary-eyed on my so-called fashion blog, but it made me realise that the last 1,5 years of my life I have gotten used to a different way of not only dressing, but also experiencing life. Even though I love Amsterdam and the atmosphere of the city, I miss my lighter way of dressing. Lighter materials, simple cotton dresses and simple leather sandals. In the end a girl can only handle a certain amount of freezing winters and nonexistent summers.
I will end my rant here. Spring officially starts in two weeks – I cannot wait.