SAME OLD SAME OLD

I woke up this morning to this.

What, I hear you say, a bit of snow? A resounding yes is the answer to that question. I know it is only a bit of snow. I know it might even look quite pretty. But I have woken up to snow - ranging from a bit to a mountain - for TOO long. This past Saturday and Sunday Mother Nature played a trick on we poor warmth-deprived individuals here in Ontario, Canada and shot us with sun and melting snow and overall gorgeousness. It was enough to encourage me to break out the rolled up trousers and ballet flats and light spring jackets (see evidence), but then on Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday we returned to freezing flurries and white stuff.

To all this, I ask WHY?! Why must I be forever doomed to snow boots and snowflake pyjamas? Why am I still having to lug my bulky coat around to every class? March is my birthday month, and in England I was used to seeing my birthday as a sign of spring: the buds were out on the trees, there were daffodils everywhere - it was heaven. Here my birthday is a reminder of Winter's never-ending grip. Cue abundant "woe-is-me"-ing.

On the plus side, there was a beautiful blue sky this morning. I'm choosing to see this as sign of lovely warmth and sunshine coming our way, as of NOW.

Goodbye Snow, it was nice seeing you.

Kitty x

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW

 Yesterday I had a complete hair change and I froze to death in the park wearing my Dad's old jumper. Oh, and I remembered (too late) that hair does a really good job of keeping the neck warm. No matter, though - I love my new hair. In these pics, I've yet to make it 'me' though - ever notice that the hairdresser always blow dries and combs and fixes things in ways you never ever do yourself? Some people love having their hair styled by the folks at the salon, but I always prefer my own, ritualised little ways of getting my hair how I want it. In my experience, I never fully get the feel of a new haircut until I have to wash and style it myself. Today was my own little adventure of wash, blow and style.

On very cold, overcast days, the first thing I want to grab is an over-sized and over-aged thick jumper. The second thing I want to pull on is a pair of pj's, but I could never let myself leave the house in those, so a jumper will have to do. This old-school beauty was made by my Auntie for my Dad way back in the Eighties. Somehow, my Auntie managed to knit my Dad's signature into the pattern, which is the red scrawly writing smack bang in the middle of the jumper. It takes the idea of having a 'signature' item of clothing to a whole new level! I'm no knitter, but even I can see that the result is pretty pro. I discovered this vintage find (can something my Dad wore in the Eighties be considered vintage yet?) only recently, and I am rather attached to it already. With the winter landscape, the new short hair, and a baggy homemade jumper, I felt a little like one of the siblings in the Home Alone series.

Old wool, new 'do' - good combination, I think.

Kitty x

Before the chop - farewell for now, bun!