The title of this was going to be “fashion advice for rainy weather” but I had to take the fashion advice part out because I don’t really feel qualified. I don’t think I have successfully discovered for myself practical (yet fashionable) ways to deal with this weather however I’ll still let you know what I have learnt (or should have learnt) thus far.
Over the last couple of weeks Cape Town was hit with a cold front and with the sea winds came the rains and the damp and grey atmosphere set in. Usually this is my perfect habitat but when you have lectures far away from each other on a campus that is too big to be able to have complete walks undercover one tends to lose ones sense of humour with the ever growing wet.
Also can we just note that a) this weather is perfect for hot drinks, cuddles and a good book but b) this thought makes studying in the downpour all the more depressing?
I’ve learnt a few fashion lessons thus far.
Lesson number 1: Always have some form of hood because Capetonian rain hair is apparently not my look. Plus wet hair makes me feel like a wet dog and I end up Frrrreezing.
Lesson number 2: Make sure shoes have some water abilities. I learnt this the hard way after having to dry my Canvas hiking boots in my window for three days after they got waterlogged in the rain. Hence I am now living in my old Gumboots – best purchase I ever made
Lesson number 3: Wearing dark colours DOES NOT PROTECT YOU FROM THE RAIN. This is a lesson that I am battling to learn. My brain seems to think that if I dress in dark and dull colours (matching the weather’s mood) it will somehow be helpful… Um earth to Jemma Logic, just wear the damn bright scarf and be happy I promise the clouds don’t care. (But regardless you can see my tendency towards black on black is still going strong).
Lesson number 4: Get windscreen wipers for your glasses (and when you find them get me a pair too) I am so tired of the randomly spaced spurts of water preventing me from seeing. I do not want to take them off and hide them in pocket like drugs. I want to wear my glasses. I am not ashamed. STOP DESCRIMINATING AGAINST THE FOUR-EYED RAIN!
Lesson number 5: Don’t wear jeans with holes when your knees are cold, you get cold.(clearly I haven’t learnt this but despite the stupidity of it I love the jeans too much to stop wearing them).
Lesson number 6: Do, as I did, and buy (or steal from your mother) polo-necks in every colour you can. Those things have magic powers when it comes to the winter cold and I am disappointed in past Jemma for not getting into them sooner.
Lesson number 7: Warm feet, Warm ears and Warm fingers make for a happy person so get yourself some awesome socks, a rocking beanie and make sure you have pockets to shove your hands into (because gloves seem to be too much of an impractical nuisance in my opinion)
Lesson number 8: If coat/jacket/sweater opportunities arise. Take it and run because that stuff is expensive yet the most important items in your ‘surviving winter kit’. This jacket for example was the result of perks-of-being-a-student. Mr Price came to campus to promote their charity (and themselves) and for those people (me me me) who involved themselves got to pick a free (FREE) denim thing. I chose this black denim jacket. We were then allowed to make it our own by ironing on small badges. I chose an Instagram hashtag and a piece of pizza (I’m a twenty first century teenager so these choices
should be self-explanatory). The sad part is I managed to pull them off with my satchel during the day at varsity once and didn’t notice so they fell as one of the lost-UCT-student items on campus. I am sorry mini pizza and hashtag it wasn’t intentional I promise.
Lesson number 9: When in doubt –Layer. Layers love you and want to be your best friend. Just accept that love as it isn’t going to hurt you.
Lesson number 10: Yes people don’t really care as much in winter about what you are wearing. They are cold and grumpy and when your jacket doesn’t match your shoes they don’t care. But if you love fashion continue to love fashion despite this. I know I dress for me and no one else. And occasionally the sweatpants and hoody vibe hits and I have to try ignore it. (No offense intended the look is not bad and I am happy for you if you wear it but it really isn’t me). I always try dress up for my exams. Why? Because if I am happy (dressing nicely and consciously makes me happy) I always feel better about what I am writing.
I hope wherever you are it is warm and wish me luck for next week. The sun has reappeared in Cape Town just in time for me to go back home to even colder Johannesburg.
x J