Is it me or has it suddenly turned blooming cold?
This time last week I was swanning around the big smoke wearing short sleeves and wishing I had not chosen fur-lined ankle boots as my feet were, frankly, quite sweaty.
I know it's always warmer in London, and positively boiling underground there but still, it was unseasonably balmy.
Today, just 7 days later everything has changed.
I walked into the playground this morning and spotting my friend wearing her knitted ear-warmer headband thingy, asked if she had changed her mind about visiting the local hobby emporium for cake decorating shizzle and decided we were going skiing instead.
I was teasing, OK totally taking the p*ss, but underneath my sarcastic tone there was more than a hint of envy.
I had walked out of the house wearing cute furry ankle boots, skinny jeans, thick socks, layered vest top and fine-knit jumper combo a padded gilet. I felt I looked nice but due to a bitter wind had actually lost all sensation in my hands and was wishing I had topped the whole outfit with my favourite knitted hat. You know, the one my kind (tall) friend told me made me look like a pixie. Or gnome. I get it. I'm short.
But I'm British so instead of stopping en route to the hobby place to pick up a more sensible coat and/or gloves I decided to brave the weather. A decision I regretted still more when we got to our nearby town and the rain started to fall.
Since I do feel the cold terribly and it seems to affect my fibromyalgia I really should always venture out in nothing less than arctic explorer-style clothing. But I'm vain and refuse to admit I am not a teenager, impervious to all outdoor climate conditions but in fact a middle aged woman afflicted with aches and pains. So I more often than not choose looks over practicality.
This includes a general refusal to wear wellingtons. I hate them. I don't care how fashionable they are now, and how many different styes there are. If it's wet I'm either going in the car or not going out.
I did break this rule briefly for dog-walking purposes after a lovely friend treated me to a pair of pink-fur-lined wellies for my 40th. They were warm, comfortable and I actually liked them a lot but when they perished that was the end of my welly-wearing period.
I do own a fabulous long, red, quilted hooded coat which reaches almost to my ankles. Bought for a trip to Germany which was experiencing sub-zero temperatures at the time it is cosy as toast -and has the added benefit of demonstrating to me what I will look like when I am 80. If I added velcro booties, a headscarf and a tartan blanket my look would be complete. But donning it is almost as comforting as slipping under a cosy duvet. I actually look like I'm wearing a cosy duvet mind.....
So as winter approaches and the weather deteriorates still further the daily decision about what to wear will become tougher. And realistically I know that it won't be long before every day is a duvet day.
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This time last week I was swanning around the big smoke wearing short sleeves and wishing I had not chosen fur-lined ankle boots as my feet were, frankly, quite sweaty.
I know it's always warmer in London, and positively boiling underground there but still, it was unseasonably balmy.
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| Me in my gilet and gnome hat. With my best friend Claudia in snowy Germany in December 2012 |
I walked into the playground this morning and spotting my friend wearing her knitted ear-warmer headband thingy, asked if she had changed her mind about visiting the local hobby emporium for cake decorating shizzle and decided we were going skiing instead.
I was teasing, OK totally taking the p*ss, but underneath my sarcastic tone there was more than a hint of envy.
I had walked out of the house wearing cute furry ankle boots, skinny jeans, thick socks, layered vest top and fine-knit jumper combo a padded gilet. I felt I looked nice but due to a bitter wind had actually lost all sensation in my hands and was wishing I had topped the whole outfit with my favourite knitted hat. You know, the one my kind (tall) friend told me made me look like a pixie. Or gnome. I get it. I'm short.
But I'm British so instead of stopping en route to the hobby place to pick up a more sensible coat and/or gloves I decided to brave the weather. A decision I regretted still more when we got to our nearby town and the rain started to fall.
Since I do feel the cold terribly and it seems to affect my fibromyalgia I really should always venture out in nothing less than arctic explorer-style clothing. But I'm vain and refuse to admit I am not a teenager, impervious to all outdoor climate conditions but in fact a middle aged woman afflicted with aches and pains. So I more often than not choose looks over practicality.
This includes a general refusal to wear wellingtons. I hate them. I don't care how fashionable they are now, and how many different styes there are. If it's wet I'm either going in the car or not going out.
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| DD's snowgear. Complete with bunny ears. |
I do own a fabulous long, red, quilted hooded coat which reaches almost to my ankles. Bought for a trip to Germany which was experiencing sub-zero temperatures at the time it is cosy as toast -and has the added benefit of demonstrating to me what I will look like when I am 80. If I added velcro booties, a headscarf and a tartan blanket my look would be complete. But donning it is almost as comforting as slipping under a cosy duvet. I actually look like I'm wearing a cosy duvet mind.....
So as winter approaches and the weather deteriorates still further the daily decision about what to wear will become tougher. And realistically I know that it won't be long before every day is a duvet day.
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