I kind of like these brutally cold days, because no one expects me
to wear heels or have perfect hair. Bundling up and looking cute is an easy art
form to master. Moreover, the biting cold is a wonderful excuse to avoid exercise
and social obligations, opting instead for hot tea, fatty carbs, and book after
glorious book.
It is only when I have occasion to wear a dress that I
regret these weeks of hibernation. Tights are the brainchild of Satan, and no amount of
self-delusion can persuade me that my skin is porcelain-like, not pasty.
