‘If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?’ may be a wonderfully comforting thing for optimists to murmur to themselves as the last leaves fall from the trees and the last geese fly south, but it definitely rings hollow when it’s the middle of March and the weather feels more like January. I have been trying to take outfit photos, but apart from being bored silly with my winter clothes it turns out that standing outside in sub-zero temperatures wearing indoor clothes is not a recipe for producing bloggable pictures. Yesterday’s effort bore more than a passing resemblance to a rather chilly penguin who had accidentally fallen into a vat of red dye.
I took today’s picture in the conservatory, which worked a lot better.
I still wish spring would hurry up and get here, though.
*As, apparently, am I. I’m supposed to have a degree in English Literature, ffs!