In a moss green maxi halter dress along the Swedish westcoast archipelago.
Photo © JE Nilsson and CM Cordeiro-Nilsson for CMC 2010
I was greeted by a tepid tropical rainstorm when I landed, the weather being unusually warm and playful even as Swedish summers go. It felt surreal that I didn’t need to put on any cardigan on my way home.
After the hectic weeks spent in Singapore at the heart of Asia, where everything seemed to move at double speed, being back in Sweden offered an instant breather. For one thing, you can sit and watch the sail boats go by without having a need to know where they’re off to or when they’ll return.
Maxi halterneck dress with a sewn in wooden necklace is a Stanley Market purchase from Hong Kong. Mink coloured cardigan is from Uniqlo, Singapore.
Though midsummer has passed, the days here are still long and the nights so still, you can hear a pin drop from across the room. From my window at dusk, I hear the seals call from distant boulders, their sounds carried by wind and waves of the nearby sea.
I was asked if there were any long stretches of beaches where I live. And the answer, as shown in the sequence of pictures in this post is, no. Here, the waves and tides have smoothed large boulders that today, make for wonderful places to spread towels and blankets for picnics that children just love! A high boulder will also give good leverage as a springboard into the cool blue ocean. And yes, I have tried diving off one of these boulders in a more adventurous summer a few years ago.
Today, I’m in a moss green maxi dress from Hong Kong, with a light grey cardigan got from Uniqlo Singapore, and matching earrings to the dress. I think if I had to name a favourite store in Singapore this time around, it would be Uniqlo with their selection of t-shirts, cardigans and skinny jeans – just couldn’t help but browse continuously, their collection of clothing!
What I enjoy most about walking along this slim stretch of beach that shows when the tides are low here is the languid summer that keeps rhythm with the slow lapping of the waves onto the shore. Nearby, I hear the children’s laughter that ring through the air as they find and gather sea snails, as if nothing else mattered for the moment, except having fun and breathing in the air, so ever lightly salted by the sea.