Summer scarf

Some people say I'm paranoid for sleeping with a machete and hunting knife beside my bed; I call it cautious. Though if there is one thing I am more weary of than the unpredictability of people, it's the unpredictability of the weather and in this instance, Sweden is the prime candidate for a stab.

Gone are my sweet nothings previously mentioned about Sweden and its so-called "Summer". I have been wearing a scarf every day for the last week, not to mention my jacket. That's right, a jacket. In Summer.

I would guestimate the weather to be the equivalent of an Australian Autumn - only much windier and much, much rainier.

To exemplify this ridiculousness, I show you a picture I took today of a blanket casually laid out upon some outdoor furniture of a cafe - as if there was nothing wrong with this scenario. I only wish I'd taken the time to take another picture to include the rest of the blanket-strewn chairs but I was too cold and wanted to get inside as soon as possible.