There was a time in my life, believe it or not, where I had a wee bit of pride. There were just certain things I would not do. I would never wear a tuque. I would never carry an umbrella. Gloves and mittens were for women and soft handed men. Scarves got in the way and irritated more than warmed. Above all, I would never, ever, wear white socks with black shoes. I may have been fat my whole life but I did have a fashion 'no' or two. I'm not sure why these things were so important to me, but they were. It's amazing how things change.
Yesterday was really cold. We had decided on going on an outing down to College Park mall. Joe kept saying, 'You're getting over a cold, you don't have a really warm jacket. What are we going to do to keep you warm. I don't have a tee shirt. I don't wear tee shirts. But I had determined I was going out, and I had determined I would be warm. Here's what I wore, two pair of socks covered by my white slippers knitted especially for me by wonder-knitter niece. They are warmer than my shoes. Who cares that I was wearing black jeans and my double socks were black. Apparently not I.
I then put on my sweater-jacket and sat on the chair. I pulled my dark blue blanket off the couch, folded it up and draped it over my back, shoulders and chest. I got a blue toque and pulled it down over my ears. I zipped up my sweater, right to the top so my collar stood up and thus wrapped around the lower third of my face. I then put on two heavy blue mittens. I was dressed to go.
Joe sent me ahead as he needed to get some bags to take with us for the grocery shopping. I rolled down to the elevators and as such drove by the huge floor to ceiling mirrors that hang across from the lifts. I looked, for all the world, like a laundry hamper come to life. I was blue upon blue, with two little green eyes peering out at the world. And there, flashing my arrival were my bright, white feet.
Thank heaven's we were out of the building quickly because I was beginning to swelter under there. On our way down the wind was bitter and the temperature frigid. Even through the layers I could feel various parts of my skin pucker and tremble in the cold. But I was out. I may not have been a 'man about town' as much as a blue clad Sherman Tank. And I didn't care. Not one whit.
We got into the mall and peeled off the layers, stuffing them into the bags that we had, I was looking back to normal, or so I thought until I caught my reflection in the mirror. There was my white, white face, with a strip of red, from flesh freezing, across my eyes. I looked like a horny raccoon.
The look oddly pleased me.
Good Morning Dave!
I too have fashion rules, but cold temps through out any pride I might have. For instance today, while shoveling my driveway for all the world to see, I wore 2 pairs of pants, three sweatshirts, and a coat made out of rubber. Not pretty but it worked.
Comfort trumps fashion every time! All the time, I see silly girls wandering around in the snow with only stockings on their legs, and wonder how they can possibly not be frozen.
I'd rather be warm than fashionable, any day.
It's the opposite problem here in Australia...we're sweltering today in 40 degrees and I'm just trying to figure out what else I can take off and still remain decent...
I've thrown caution to the winds and have exposed my wobbly dinner- lady arms in sleeveless tops. It's a truly awful sight, with my pale blue/white Scottish skin...but y'gotta do what y'gotta do...
(if only I could get the wobbling to stop...)
Oh I am LAUGHING! I kept thinking this could not get funnier and then it DID! Thank you, my friend who just broke another straight jacket rule with gusto!
I think I'll be laughing all through church this morning.
I find it gets colder in a wheelchair because of the wind chill generated by the chair. I used to be hot natured (and still am indoors) but now I can get hypothermic.
i don't know which bit made me laugh more...the laundry hamper or the raccoon! comfort trumps style for me, too.
I read once that the fashion guide for Canadian Winters is the Canadian Tire Catalogue.
Better to get out than sit at home being stylish!
Oh man I'm going to die laughing....SO glad the slippers work for you!
PS: would you believe it: after all your talk of 'soft-handed men'....my word verification is "phansies".
So glad you made the effort to layer up and get out Dave. (I always feel better when out).
Perhaps beloved, talented niece could knit a black pair of slippers, for when you don't feel like making a fashion statement!
Susan, I called knitter kniece and had her read the blog, then I called back and asked for black slippers. She's working on them as we speak.
I was looking back to normal, or so I thought until I caught my reflection in the mirror. There was my white, white face, with a strip of red, from flesh freezing, across my eyes. I looked like a horny raccoon.
The look oddly pleased me.
This statement had me laughing out loud.
"There was my white, white face, with a strip of red, from flesh freezing, across my eyes. I looked like a horny raccoon."
Lines like that are the reason I'm reading all the way through your archives :)
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