Dressember Day 2: Please Mr Postman
(Dress: Dorothy Perkins; Boots: River Island)
Yesterday I showed you the omgsnow at the front of our house, so today I figured I may as well show you the slightly less dramatic view at the back. With these two shots, I’ve now pretty much exhausted my range of photo locations, though, because did I mention we’ve had a bit of snow recently and can’t actually go anywhere? No? I was sure I’d mentioned it in passing…
Three things about this image:
1. That’s not the same long-sleeved sweater I was wearing under my dress in yesterday’s photo: in fact, I have an entire shelf full of these under-the-dress sweaters. I just can’t do short sleeved dresses. Not even in summer, most of the time.
2. No, I didn’t actually go anywhere in those boots, they’re just what I would have worn if I had gone anywhere. Which I didn’t because… did I mention we’d had a bit of snow?
3. Some of you were disturbed by my lack of coat, hat, gloves etc in yesterday’s photo. It’s OK, though, I haven’t fallen prey to the uniquely Scottish disease of Weather Denial, in which people walk around in t-shirts in the snow: these photos are all taken just a few steps from the house, and I’m basically just running out for long enough to snap a couple of photos, so no jacket required, as Phil Collins would say. To prove it, here’s what yesterday’s outfit looked like when we went out to let Rubin run around a bit before bed:
We will fight them on the beaches! We will fight them on the giant hills of snow! We will fight them with a shovel in one hand and a small fluffy dog in the other!
And here’s what Rubin looked like after plunging his face repeatedly into those snow hills, because he has no brain:
As for today’s Dressember outfit, well, this is totally not what I’d planned to wear, but sadly, the dress I was intending to wear is currently sitting at Parcelforce’s Edinburgh depot, where it seems destined to remain for the foreseeable future because the depot is closed because of the you-know-what. Poor dress. It’s not the only thing, either: in fact, gazing hopefully out of the window for the postman has been the story of my life this week. Because it’s hard to buy out-of-season stuff in the shops right now, I had to order a bunch of stuff for my holiday online (including my favourite sunscreen, which I can only find online: boo!): I placed the orders before the snow came, thinking that would give them plenty of time to get here, but so far not one single thing has turned up, which means I’ve basically spent a load of money on things that will be of no earthly use to me if they don’t get here by Monday. Gah.
I think this is the thing that people who don’t have snow (or who do have snow, but who live in a country that’s better equipped to deal with it) struggle to understand. Life has completely ground to a halt here this week. The schools are closed, many stores and businesses are closed (and I’m not talking about small businesses either: the Asda-Walmart in our town is one of the largest supermarkets in Europe and it’s been having to close some days because its staff can’t make it in to work.) The stores that ARE open, meanwhile, are sold out of stuff like bread and milk, because people are panic-buying and stockpiling food. There’s no public transport running, no mail deliveries, and the hospitals and doctor’s surgeries are having to cancel appointments because their staff can’t get into work either. (In fact, I’m supposed to be at the dentist right now, but needless to say, I’m not…) Many roads are closed, and people have died because of the conditions on the ones that are open. And still it continues to fall: almost three feet now, and there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight.
I. Am. So. Sick. Of. This. In fact, one of my Facebook friends yesterday suggested building a snowman just so we could have some way to beat the crap out of the snow. That’s starting to sound really good to me round about now…
Rubin, meanwhile, doesn’t care about the snow, as long as he can still sneak into my photos while I’m looking the other way: