What do I do with a woolen blazer

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Winter is for wool. I love wool. Wool keeps me warm and looks great. I have wool scarves, wool socks, wool pants, wool hats and wool jackets. Why would I not love wool? Wool is both fashionable and practical at the same wonderful time. I can’t say a bad word about wool, really…

I don’t know if I’m trying to convince you or myself…

WHEN  WILL WINTER END? *sob*

I don’t know what to do anymore. Every January/February it’s the same desperate headlong collision between my fashionable better instincts and our inhospitable climate.

You won’t believe what I’m wearing right now (No, no that is not a multiple choice question):

Some tights, leggings, yoga pants, and track pants.  A camisole, t-shirt, hoodie, and a cardigan.  Some trouser socks, sweat socks, wool socks, and slippers.

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I wish that this was a list of items in my online shopping cart. Sadly, the truth is I am wearing four layers in a  desperate bid to keep warm. I have a full dozen reasons to avoid being seen in public. It’s not funny and it’s not pretty.

I console myself by not leaving the house, but Monday morning I have a meeting. Outside the house. With other human beings. And I find myself staring at my closet trying to reconcile my desire to avoid frostbite with the desire to avoid a fashion faux pas. I need to look professional, but the extended weeks of dressing to cope have dulled my dressing for success instinct. I need to fall somewhere on the spectrum between ‘casual winter chic’ and ‘spring is never coming’.

So tell me, does this work?

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Because if it doesn’t work I only have three other blazers, six other skirts, five other pairs of tights in winter weight, and two other pairs of boots that I can mix and match with. The permutations of warmth are both daunting and depressing, and I don’t know when the thaw will finally come to save me.

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A bug’s end

I’m a gardener. It’s so zen. Just watching the grounds keeping crew mow and weed and water melts away my stress. I particularly like to experience my gardening from my deck under the delicate shade of the leaves of my large potted citrus and fig trees, with an americano in one hand and a charcuterie plate next to me.

I am fortunate to maintain some of that zen feeling into winter by moving those wonderful potted plants indoors to my art room/office. The zen though, it doesn’t extend to every part of the indoor gardening experience.

fixed garden spiderLike the other day I reached over to my mouse pad and touched a spider. He scuttled across the table to safety. Which I suppose is better than me getting spider squish on my palms. It was traumatising.

I joked it off though… posted some very witty comments about whether the arachnid invader now knows all my passwords.

It’s what I do. I try to turn lemons into lemonade, to turn tragedy into life experience.

One time tragedy averted is comedy gold. Two times it is harder to spin it as my life’s comedic relief.

Just now a crane fly darted across my screen, briefly alighting on it then flitting away. Have you ever seen a  crane fly? They are freaking terrifying.

I know this happens because I bring in my outdoor potted trees to overwinter in my art room. These creatures stow away. garden office

I bring nature indoors because it enhances my quality of life. A bug here and there is part of the outdoor-in trade off.

For instance; that ladybug hanging out on the lemon tree? She can stay on that lemon tree.ladybug

The little white garden spider that came in on the fuschia? He can continue to hang out on the fuschia. He does not, however, get open run of the house, and my mouse pad is definitely off limits.

CraneFlySidingonNaturalCrooksDotComI draw the line at the crane fly. The crane fly just needs to die. Sorry, I know that seems harsh. But insects that fly around like out of control drunk weird alien life forms bouncing off my computer screen then grazing my hair are my limit.