It’s been a loooooooooong time since I’ve blogged. The sleuthy among you may notice that, magically, my instagrammed short hair is long again. Sadly, this is not magic. These photos were taken before Christmas, and I’m only now posting them. Yes, that’s precisely how long it’s been since I went outside (and shaved my legs, and wore not-track pants, and interacted with humankind). Winter decided to beat up everyone in the face this year, and I waved the white flag a long time ago. That white flag is now camouflaged amidst the latest batch of snow, though, so it didn’t do me any good.
I know, I know – it’s a big fat cliche to complain about the weather, but this isn’t just weather, you guys – it’s war. It’s a cold war (sorry – just watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy). In the last few months, temperatures have dipped below -10C FORTY TIMES. You know how many times it did that last year? Ten measley times. I’m now going through entries from last winter and telling past Julie to toughen up and quit her belly aching, because she has NO IDEA how rough it’s going to get (I also realize my American readers don’t know what -10 celsius is, and I’d explain it to you, really, but Canadians have their hands full these days, what with the Biebers and the Fords).
That said, of course there have been bright spots. My sister’s wedding was glorious, I’ve eaten a lot of tasty soup, this season’s Bachelor has been beyond terrible, Yen made me a model, yadda, yadda, but it’s otherwise been quite the slog. One other highlight worth mentioning is this bright, embellished 60s beauty I’m wearing. This dress is a literal and figurative bright spot in the dark of winter, taken home on opening night from The Edit.
I’d like to say that you’ll see me again soon, but the reality is by the time I get ta’ posting, my hair will be long again for real. In the meantime, I’ll make some tea, pet my cat, and stare lovingly at this bright, beautiful dress.
See you in, oh, I dunno – July?