TO SAY THE weather’s been unpredictable in Vancouver this September would be an understatement. Early mornings feel perfectly fall complete with Pumpkin Chai cravings and the first sightings of your breath. By 1 o’clock we’ve got a heat that could rival that of a mid-summer day. It makes getting dressed impossible and throws my fall nesting rituals completely out of whack. I wake up wanting to toss veggie chili into the slow cooker but by dinner I’m whipping up what one can only imagine will be the.last.summer.salad. Again.
Now don’t get me wrong – as long as it’s not raining I don’t really care if it’s hot or cold. But Fall happens to be my favourite time of year and this Sepetember has been a total tease.
Nonetheless, I’m in total hibernation preparation mode and am looking for ways to make my humble abode the perfect sanctuary to will the winter months away. A few weeks ago, I was warned by a previous tenant of my house (who popped by looking for old mail), that I should probably prepare for a sky-rocketing hydro bill since this place, apparently, gets mega cold. Awesome. I may have scolded Daniel the other day for merely suggesting I turn on the heat while tossing blankets and sweatshirts his way. “Turn on the heat? It’s only September. I won’t do it. I’m not made of money you know? Here put this on.” Guests – don’t be alarmed if I offer you a hat and mitts upon visiting. Okay I’m exaggerating (but not really).
The worst part, in my opinion, about winter is having to get out of bed in the morning. You know, that moment when you have to break the duvet incubator and the cold air rushes in. WORST. I’m trying to imagine a worse feeling and I can’t. Okay I’m exaggerating again. But it really does suck.
Last week, just as I was being reminded of what a cold morning felt like, my house got to play dress up with some new products that hit the PlaidFox site. We shot this beautiful Sheepskin runner along side my bed and I decided that the only thing that would make the brutality of getting out of bed on a December morning less terrible – is the prospect of sinking my toes into one of these, first. Does wanting a sheepskin make me a bad person? Tell me no! Besides I’d be bringing home good company for the one I already have… okay bad joke.
But in all seriousness these throws and rugs are authentic and come from Auckland and they feel as beautiful (or better) than they look. In fact, as someone who previously owned an Ikea sheepskin, I have to say that for not a lot more they are much higher in quality.
I not-so-secretly hoped I could keep it after the photoshoot but no dice. It’s a purchase I’ll be making for sure.1