Snow Bore

My poor, poor feet. 

For a week they've been dressed like the first day of school in too big socks sliding down to the toes of ugly shoes. By day they're incased in snow-proof wellies, by night the chilblains are kept at bay by market-bought and distinctly non-saucy bed socks. 

Some people may long for the oooh and the ahhh of ferreting their work-weary feet into their slippers or collapsing Ugg boots, but not I. Nope, nope.

I want to wear stilettos with heels sharp enough to pierce a man's heart. I want to trot around in 5 inch pumps and strut along in vertiginous wedges. I do not want to wear calf doubling, 'comfortable' shoes any longer. 

So weather, listen up. Stop snowing. The people on the M6 last night didn't think it was cute or fun (well after the first five minute South vs North snowball fight it certainly wasn't); those with broken, bent or buckled cars don't find the snowy lanes pretty or picturesque and there's only so many snowmen/snowball fights/sledge runs you can enjoy before you realise you really have to go back to work. So just stop now. Stop. NOW. 

These people however have retained their style despite the snow. Bastards. 

Credit where credit's due: Vogue, Le21Eme & The Sartorialist

Snow Not So Angels

Waking up to a winter wonderland still gives us all that Christmas morning feeling – I don't care how cool you are or how often you hit the slopes in Val. 

Yesterdays main mission – other than trying to dig the car out to try and get to the office – was finding a decent location and more importantly, a decent sledge to fly over the white hills. Location was easy but the improvised place mat/plastic bag sledge was a bit of a non-starter. Literally. 

Fortunately the local children were on hand and, I presume, had been good last year and had sledges from Santa. Although I had thought that I may have to mug them for a go, they were actually very sweet (read monosyllabic pre-pubescents) and readily let me mount the steed and whizz off in a flurry of snow flakes. I returned breathless and thrilled with my mascara streaming down my face and a desperate wish that there was a pub in the village. 

Today was more about manning the camera. 

So roll on those thermals, pull on those boots, don that super saucy beanie hat and come with me for a ramble in the snow.

My housemate, Shelle - check out her blog: My Boiled Egg & Soldiers

Credit where credit's due: Me!

Baby, It's Cold Outside

So yes, yes, yes the snow is lovely. 

You know what's lovelier though? Sunshine. And heat. And sand. And Ambre Solaire Factor 10. 

Credit where credit's due: They All Hate Us, Tumblr, Me!, Fashion Gone Rogue, 4th & Bleeker