Beating the winter blues

We are in the middle of a typical Canadian January and all I seem to want to do is curl up at home in mismatching PJ's and eat chicken noodle soup. And despite being well aware of the salt content of those soups, I happily slurped bowl after bowl this afternoon until I actually finished the whole pot.

Yes, I ate a litre of chicken noodle soup today. Win.

Hope no one minds the British spelling of the word "litre"... I'm a native Australian :)

And keeping that in mind, I find the long winter months particularly difficult some years. As someone who grew up with long summers, year-round outdoor activities and vitamin D exposure, it's a bit of an adjustment!
No one can deny the magic that comes with the white season. The folds of snow blanketing roofs and blowing glittery snowflakes into the air every time the wind blows...*sigh*. Yes, it is a beautiful, amazing season.
But the cold, cold temperatures sometimes have me curling into a ball in the mornings and wishing myself to a warm, hot island where I don't need to wake up and crease my fresh outfit with "outerwear", battle the mounds of snow on the city streets (which quickly becomes brown slush thanks to the salting and trampling) and feel that awful feeling of having my nose/ears/cheeks/feet/fingers burning off.

So on this freezing Sunday night (-23 with wind chill) I have decided to prolong the good work of the chicken soup and continue lifting my spirits with some springtime dreaming and inspiration. It makes me happy to think of what I have to look forward to!
I can honestly say that spring never feels as good as when it arrives after a cold, long winter. In Australia, I barely noticed Spring. It was a brief time between the weather being hot enough to swim and only suitable to walk along the beach and dip my toes in. Springtime here is the most uplifting, exciting time of year. And that in itself makes bearing the winters fairly worth it.

Ankle biter

I was anti-booties not so long ago. I'm not sure why, they just didn't do it for me or my scrawny ankles. But I gave in and bought myself a pair of leather black 4" heeled booties when I was recently in Montreal and fell in love with the buckles and the fact that I could wear them under office pants and you can't tell if they are full sized boots or not.

Since I paired them with a cute, short dress and stockings to head downtown to a bar with friends (although I had to wear fluffy socks in them - they don't hug my ankle, therefore I had to try and stop the wobble!) I have fallen in love with their versatility. I am currently looking at these puppies online and wondering if I should head to the store and try them on or just order them online right now and hope their size 7 is the same kind of size 7 that I am... some places have weird sizing! I think that I NEED to have them. These ones sit right under your ankle which will be better than the ones I have which are high over the ankle.

close fermer X