Somehow, keeping my toes and fingers warm has overshadowed any presumable sense of fashion I’ve ever had and any need of dressing up. I know I have written a whole post about dressing in sub zero, but honestly, the whole move did not leave me with much to work with. I have with me some winter essentials, but as for variety… well, you can forget about that.
I have my basic essentials to keep me warm, so I pretty much look the same every single day.
Wearing: Quicksilver ski jacket, Accessorize leather gloves, Zara pants (now oil stained! classy), anonymous oh-so-warm snow boots and more things that I can’t really write anything about.
I don’t really know how people who lived in colder climates for most of their lives cope with the gray weather/ same silhouette combo. To me it just seems like something that can surely drive me into madness or depression, but so far it had only pushed me into the kitchen with an undying urge to bake. I guess baked goods are a valid way to avoid winter depression.