“I love winter!” That was one of my favorite sentiments in Texas, and I wasn’t kidding. I loved it when it was in the forties in the morning and the low sixties in the afternoon- to me that was winter. I was under the delusion that winter was my favorite season. I love winter clothes like down vests and three quarter length sweaters in wintery colors. You know what those things aren’t? Warm.
It has been getting colder and colder here and in the last week I have worn a real coat almost every day! I am a fairly hot natured person. In college my roommate and I kept our air on 67 all year around and slept with the fan on high so that the air was so cold it hurt- and it was AWESOME. In high school, I prided myself on never wearing the uniform pants but rocking the sweater/shorts combo 365 days a year. So I really don’t think I am a cold weather weanie. Mike and I have been quite determined to wait until we go back to the states and hit up the after Christmas sales to stock up on better winter clothes and boots, but that is getting harder and harder to do. Because it isn’t even that the temperature is THAT cold. We aren’t in Siberia. It is that we are dependant on our inadequately covered feet to get us everywhere. We walked home from the tube on Tuesday in snow/sleet. In October. London had its first October snow since the 30s. The part that made it worthwhile? British Parliment was having a marathon session of golbal warming talks.