Am I the only person who just really doesn’t like winter?!
Everyone seems to be embracing the cold weather as a chance to wear layers, drink tea and acquire rosy cheeks – but I’d like to make the point that in Ireland you can do that all year round!
I agree with Christmas being a very special time of the year – lights twinkling, kids all excited and the BEST dinner of the year on the table….BUT its really FRICKEN COLD! Worse than the cold is the rain. Worse again is rain combined with wind. All of which will be happening on a daily basis from now until god knows when! March maybe?!
Everyone seems to be lauding winter fashion – coats, scarves, tights. But have we all forgotten how debilitating gloves actually are?! Forget about getting out your bus money in time with those wooly, fat fingers. Let’s not even discuss mittens. Have we all forgotten how horrible wet tights feel?! What about the how flat and static your hair looks once that wooly hat comes off? Better start adjusting to that winter lovers.
Trust me, I’ve been in colder scenarios – I’ve spent ten ridiculously icy winters in New York. Winter there is of a different variety. The cold slices through you and your jeans harden with frost, BUT…it rains very little. Which makes me a very happy er.. snow bunny indeed. On a similar note – snow is awesome but not combined with rain and wind. Then its just wet, cold crap.
On a completely separate topic – how is it possible that Christmas has permeated the shops before Halloween?! How are you meant to get into the Halloween spirit when there are selection boxes at every turn in Tesco? Christmas, after all is only one day (possibly two with Stephen’s Day) and dragging it out over three months totally diminishes it! At least in the States you have Thanksgiving to break up the space between Halloween and Christmas. The season doesn’t officially begin until Santa rides his sleigh past Macy’s in the Thanksgiving Day parade!
I realise that I have appeared Grinch-like in the above post. I am simply expressing the opinion that the winter is not all about Sugar Plums and snow angels.
If you need to find me, I’ll be hibernating until April. Wake me up when the sun comes back out. If it ever does.
PS. I tried to find an image to express the hatred I have for winter. None such image exists. Think miserable girl with red raw nose (attacked by the flu no doubt) with static hair and cold hands. Bleugh.