Ice, ice baby!
We’re heading to the slopes. Can’t wait! Although this will be the year that the children will leave me trailing in their fast floating ice crystals. But such is the natural way of the world – I will still fight them down the slope with good grace!
But of course, one considers all the cool outfits it’s possible to buy.
But the truth is, on the slopes, anything goes. Because you’re not there as a fashion statement – we’re all effectively wearing portable eiderdowns – but to stay warm and have fun, fun, fun!
I’ve been pulling all our ski gear out of the cupboards in preparation: My Jacket and salopettes are a cast off from The Husband and are over thirty years old, we have ski socks and thermals of a similar vintage. The Husband’s set marks thirty years. The children are now in my discards at a youthful twenty years. We’re given the message that technology has moved on and we need to move with the times, that this is progress…. but lets be honest, apart from when we were living in Italy, despite their age, none of these clothes has yet seen a years wear. And we schlepped all this gear to Finland last year, skiing in minus eighteen, minus twenty…it can’t be that bad: It proves buy well, buy once.
So whilst the above pictures look great and dandy and represent my dreams. This is more the reality.
(All pics Pinterest)
As is this!
Laters, Kate x
I know, right? That last pic is what I look like on the slopes too! xx