It's rather cold outside and I'd prefer that it not be. I suppose I shouldn't be complaining as my friends in London are covered in a thick blanket of glistening white hell that continues to fall from the sky and here in the courtyard of my apartment building there is barely enough to cover the grass. Still, the temperature alone is cause for alarm, as Winter and I have never really been able to see eye to eye.

I have a winter coat. This will be my third winter with it. We're not exactly friends, this coat and I. At the time of purchase I wasn't in love with it, but had grown tired of trying on every coat in the store and knew that I needed something before it got unbearably cold. The coat is a chocolate brown suede with a fake fur trim. I suppose I may be over reacting on it's hideousness just a tad but I am not looking forward to taking it out of the closet.

I was hoping to keep in the closet this winter. I had been hearing my favorite purple hoodie as a coat but it got colder. My mother pulled out one of my dad's old work polar fleece jackets that is too large for me, so I had been wearing that over top of the hoodie but I believe it has yet again, become even colder.

I suppose that it is irrational to feel angry over cold weather since I am in fact a Canadian citizen living in Ontario and have had to deal with snow and winter my entire life. For what ever reason though, winter always catches me off guard. For the first time in years though I am actually prepared for her wrath. I have new, semi cute, boots to keep my feet warm, a scarf that does the trick, a few pairs of dollar store mittens and an ugly coat to keep me warm.

I may not be making a fashion statement, but at least i'll be warm. Come on winter, do your worst! Actually...I was just kidding about that last bit, no need to bring your worst.