The weather is getting chilly and I’ve had to pack away my sandals and find my warmer clothes while I mutter about how much I don’t like winter. I’m the person who goes to work in a dress and open shoes for as long as she can when the cold weather starts.
“I won’t let winter win” I mutter in the office when people ask why I’m dressed for summer at the end of April.
“I won’t give in” I’ll say as I shiver waiting for the kettle to boil so I can warm up with a cup of tea (proudly wearing sandals and a slightly frozen expression).
Last week I admitted defeat and put on something warm. I’m not happy. But I’m warmer so that is something.
I’m not winters biggest fan. I sometimes wonder if I was meant to be a bear/hedgehog/bat so I could hibernate during winter and then wake up in the spring looking thinner and ready for the warmer weather. But here I am in a cardigan and stockings grimacing at the cold and dark mornings.
And everyone else’s blog is about spring and the warmer weather. And I’m happy for everyone. Really I am.
I know we couldn’t have summer forever. It just seems to get more difficult to say goodbye each year.
Outside the office I can see the leaves changing and turning red and orange. I’ve decided this year I’ll make a list of winter goals and it will make the colder months more enjoyable.
Until then at least my toes are happy in closed shoes and my massive cardigan collection will come in handy.