Funny, I can’t think of that song lyric without thinking of Die Hard. Guess it’s an age thing. 🙂 How’s things with you out there in blogland? All good I trust.
For those of you outside of the UK, we’ve had quite a large amount of snow. Despite Hollywood showing a British Christmas as flowing sea of pure white drifts, the truth – as per – is somewhat different. Mostly November/December is dark, cold and mostly rainy. Except for this last week anyways 🙂 This time around the snow has been pretty heavy and it’s been unusually cold too. Certainly a lot colder than a more typical November.
Speaking personally, I think we got off pretty likely hear in the East Midlands – maybe its the power stations? ;-). Sure the drive was snowed out, but we’re not far from the main road and as I live near a large village, Wee Man’s school remained open. Little Miss got just the one day away from Nursery, but that was no biggie. I’ve not taken them sledging yet and given that it’s been dark when we’ve got home, we’ve yet to make a snowman either. Talking of family, the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones was around and about near my workplace, so we met up and had lunch together. One of those rare treats. Much as I love the kids, sometimes it’s nice just to be a couple for a little while. Talk, laugh and enjoy good food and good company. It certainly made my day.
While a few folk in the office have been shivering in coats, I find that my trans powers aren’t all bad news. Certainly, an amount of fashion flexibility mean you’re not fussed about the whole “I can’t wear that” mentality. So, on with a good pair of leggings or thick tights beneath your jeans to keep your legs warm. I knew those extra footless tights would come in useful. 🙂 Mind you, I did find myself putting the better quality ones to one side. After all, you wouldn’t want to snag a pair of your best ones would you? 😀
I bought some snow boots earlier in the year – for that trip aboard in March – and now I’m getting the use out of them. Sure, I may look a wee bit too metrosexual in them, but knickers to that. My feet are warm and dry, that’s the main thing. Probably a lot more so than the young lady I saw walking through the snow in heeled boots! I don’t know if that’s brave, dumb or just plain stubborn. 🙂
One of the stranger things I’ve notice about the old snow boots is the noise they make as I walk. They remind me of more glamourous footwear. They’re not like my work shoes or trainers, so on some odd subconscious level, I find myself adjusting my walk. Not so much the trans stereotype of throwing in a wiggle, but more a slow down in pace and less striding or mooching. I do know heels alter how you walk and lets face it, when you’re dressed up, you don’t want to be stomping around the room. It just seems kinda wrong. I suppose it’s a fine line between that comedy mincing about and graceful movement. 🙂
[ Today’s lyric: Let it snow by Cahn & Styne ]