After a year of effectively living by myself in a new city, I feel like I’ve got this whole adulting thing on lock.
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And that was the single greatest joke I’ve told in 2015.
After a year of effectively living by myself in a new city, I feel like I’ve got this whole adulting thing on lock.
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And that was the single greatest joke I’ve told in 2015.
I’m starting to feel like introductions are in order because it’s been a good two months *hides* since I’ve last graced the DearSolo blog with my presence. But in my defence, if you’ve been following me on social media, you’d know that the past few months have not been particularly easy.
This past week – after finishing exams and painstakingly moving out of res – I came back to Joburg (my homeburg) and I don’t think I’d realised just how much I enjoyed eating a variety of breakfast foods in my onesie, catching up on DSTv, showering barefoot and using two-ply toilet paper. The freedom that is Cape Town is amazing and all, but cuddling with your mother is pretty great too.
I think I’ve literally been dreaming about my ideal winter ~ aesthetic ~ since mid-summer (thanks, Tumblr), and there’s always been one integral component: a coat. I don’t know how I’ve managed to live my winters without one, but my heart has been yearning for one and I feel like brands and I have definitely been on the same wavelength this season.
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It’s amazing the kind of things that will change in a year – and I think I subconsciously chose this outfit for a reason (photographed by my lovely friend Nuzhah from The Ramp Store/The Rampage Blog, shot on Middle Campus at UCT).