Girl Friday: I'm not who I used to be

When I was a child, I hated spring. I liked summer, I loved autumn, and adored winter. Despite the popular belief that when you're born in the spring, you're bound to like spring a lot, I didn't agree with it for years and years. I always managed to not dress appropriately for the weather in the spring, get a cold, or get home dying from hotness underneath heavy clothing. But it's been different for a while now. I'm not who I used to be.  

I enjoy bright mornings, hear birds singing, and feel joy from the scent of spring. It's a long prelude to the summer, which I wait for the most. On the weekend, I packed my fur coats, and took out the first coat. I washed and shined my Balmoral Hunters that I walked through winter with, and had a peek at my summer dresses, which are eagerly waiting for warm weathers. And when photographer Meisi and I were shooting outside, puddles didn't bring me down, or the fact the intermittent rain challenged my curls. Indeed: I'm not who I used to be, and that's the best news this coming spring!

Outfit details:

Coat: Ann Taylor
Skirt: Polo
Scarf and Top: Banana Republic
Bag: MERÏKH (here)
Watch: Daniel Wellington "Grace London"
Wellies: Hunter Original Tall Gloss Wellington Boots - Pillar Box
 Make up: Dior Spring Collection "Kingdom Of Colors"

Kui ma olin laps, siis ma vihkasin kevadet. Mulle meeldis suvi, ma armastasin sügist ja jumaldasin talve. Hoolimata üldlevinud arvamausest, et kui oled kevadel sündinud, siis sulle ka kevad hirmsasti meeldib, ei kirjutanud ma sellele aastaid ja aastaid alla. Mul õnnestus kevadel end alati valesti riidesse panna ja külmetada või jõuda koju nii, et palavus vammuse all tappis. Kuid juba mõnda aega on lood teisiti. Ma pole enam see, kes ma olin.

Ma naudin valgeid hommikuid, kuulen linde laulmas ja tunnen rõõmu kevade hõngust. See on ju pikk eelmäng suvele, mida ma kõige enam ootan. Nädalavahetusel pakkisin ära oma kasukad ja võtsin välja esimese mantli. Pesin ja viksisin oma Balmorali Hunterid, millega kõndisin läbi talve, tegin neile pai ja pakkisin nad karpi. Seejärel piilusin oma suvekleite, mis pikisilmi sooje ilmu ootavad. Ja kui me fotograaf Meisiga õues pilte tegime, ei masendanud mind enam lombid ega seegi, et vaepeal oli kerge vihmasabin, mis minu lokid proovile pani. Tõepoolest: ma pole enam see, kes ma olin ja see on minu jaoks saabuva kevade parim uudis!

PHOTOS: Meisi Volt