In keeping with the theme of the season (the theme? It’s cold. The season? Winter.) here is a little something I wrote whilst living in the wilds of Canada …
As much as I very much wish I was an early bird, I think I’ve come to the hard conclusion that I am not one.
I wake at 5:00 am, four alarms later and I’m stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom. Cleaning, teeth brushing, make up applying follow in very. slow. order. (In this, I can safely say that I will never be accused of being too fast) and then I’m dressed and downstairs at 5:35 am for breakfast.
And then I have to apply more layers than rock layers in geology for venturing forth to catch my bus – which leads me to a Very Important Issue that I will a-dress (ba-dump) here:
ON WEARING A JOLLY BIG AMOUNT OF LAYERS
by A BITTER ENGLISHWOMAN
I used to think that I had to cover up (oh! the irony!) the amount of layers I wear. That I should be ashamed of wearing more clothing than a charity shop possesses. That I should tough it out and be a brazen:
‘Is it minus forty? HaHA! Gee! I didn’t notice. This t-shirt and coat is making me feel a bit overheated actually.’
(A breezy laugh ending with an accidental snort accompanies this announcement.)
WELL NO MORE!!!
I am finished with this self-imposed shame. I am no stranger to the damp winter cold of England, but the deep, deep depths of cold here in Montreal? No. I am not used to it. But, I’m adjusting to it. Slowly.
(And I’m very proud of myself when I don’t have to wear gloves and it’s minus ten and pfft? What is this? A mere chill breeze, mortals!)
(I was wearing a heck of a lot of layers at the time. And the sun was shining.)
(So it probably doesn’t count.)
Things I’m used to:
- Watching the rain
- Living with the rain
- Dodging puddles of rain water
- Discussing the rain
- Singing in the rain
- Scurrying in from the rain
Things I’m not used to:
- Freezing rain
- VERY VERY COLD COLDNESS
A little part of me wistfully longs to wear a beautiful coat with shape, elegance, and style, but right now? I wear a gazillion amount of clothing when I bus to work. It’s cold. I want to be warm. Being a human icicle is not a life goal.
I will always be a tiny weeny bit embarrassed. It’s hard not to be. (COME ON, I’m wearing one coat, one hoodie, one fleece, one top and one vest – and that’s just for my top half.) But, I’m not going to apologise.
Because yes, I’m wearing snow pants when literally no one else is … but if the wind blows sharply or the heavens sends its sparkling dandruff down … I shall be prepared.
5 thoughts on “tales from a past icicle: layers. lots of layers”
HA! Welcome to my world. I am familiar with that kind of cold! Merry Christmas! 🙂
A belated Merry Christmas to you too! Happy New Year and may you wrap up warm all winter *and be able to move with all the layers on!!!* 😀 😀 😀
🙂 Thank-you and a very Happy New Year to you also.
I’m not use to the cold either. every winter I just put on more layers and hope it doesn’t get too cold but I just don’t think I’m one to get used to the cold weather no matter how many times I’ve experienced it. so I don’t think there’s any shame in wearing layers or else freeze which I don’t think it’s an option.
have a lovely day.
Awww, thank you.
You have to keep warm! I learned that it’s far better to be warm than to look *cool* and have bits of my body fall off due to frostbite (not … that that’s what happened. but it COULD have!!)
I hope you’ve had a lovely Christmas and here’s to a Happy New Year!