One is not enough. It’s never enough in Montreal. Two shirts, two socks, two coats, two scarves. Thinner one to cover around your neck and chest, wool one for your ears and face. Besides it’s possible that you will keep on freezing when you sit down so the wool scarf should also function as a shawl. More layers you wear less regretful you will be. Don’t forget, two will always do.
Black tuxedo cut coat Zara (old) // khaki-black printed shawl H&M (similar here & here) // double pearl necklace Zara (similar here & here) // jeans H&M // knee high boots Zara // sunglasses Spitfire (similar here & here)
I honestly don’t have a single pearl of wisdom about anything let alone two, but I do have a double (imitation) pearl necklace. When I first bought it without second thought, I regretted a little, blaming myself of being a shopaholic and buying it just because it’s the must have piece of jewelry of the season. The reason was, I didn’t think I’d be able to wear it during this crazy winter and by the time it’s spring – inevitably I’d already be bored of it. Then I decided to put it on the most incompatible and unthinkable item of clothing: a printed shawl (breaking rule number one: putting on jewelry on printed things) worn as a vest – sweater thing supported by a belt (breaking rule number two: wearing a necklace over a already high collared look). I think it worked. Somewhere, my $25 is happy now.
You know when everything goes bad or something really absurd happens on top on everything else you start laughing it off and having fun where you should actually be crying? Right now I am exactly at that point when it comes to cold and winter. I know it’s going to happen, but still, every passing year I feel even more miserable. Couple of days ago the Facebook account “Meanwhile in Canada” shared a post titled “five stages of winter” which are, respectively: shock, denial, anger, depression and April. It made me LOL because it indeed is very much true. December and January I can take, all you have to deal is the fact that it’s at least 20 degrees colder than regular climate, but once you accept that truth you kind of get along with it. March is the problem. Your body is programmed for spring its whole life and it just doesn’t arrive. (I’m not even talking about April). Oh God.