becoming a winter girl

Winter? It's not my season. As much as I wish I could love it, it is a seemingly impossible desire. The storybook idea of snowy landscapes and roaring fires appeals to me, but in reality English winters are grey, rather rainy, and quite icy.
This season is going to roll around every year though. January and February will be here for a while yet, bringing with them dark mornings and slushy streets. And it is something that I may as well learn to love. The process of becoming a winter girl will not be something that happens overnight, but slowly I am finding the charm in these miserable months.

With winter weather, it is all extreme. It's sharply cold outside or blessedly sunny, the sky is either chalky grey or bright blue, and the grass underfoot is always sparkly with ice or shining with melted water. It's challenging at times to walk home through hideous rainstorms and the ice underfoot is, for me at least, quite a hazard. But it's beautiful!

Once inside, and away from the elements, I found even more that I loved. Hot chocolate, tea and coffee are sipped on year round here, but they feel much more suited for warming cold hands after winter walk, crocheting under a blanket feels like a cosy option that isn't a complete cop-out from socialising with friends, and, stylewise, is anything better than comfy PJs? My cosy flannel bottoms are the comfiest thing, and chunky knitted jumpers add an extra layer of warmth to my 'evening wear'. Fairy lights are strung above my bed this time of year too; I can't bear to pack them away after Christmas and they add to the welcoming feel of my room. A happy warm cat helps too. And foodwise--Christmas leftovers are often found at the backs of cupboards well into January, and all the citrus is incredible!

As I sit here typing this, I realise that maybe I do like winter. I love layers and staying up reading under the blankets and chai lattes and the sparkly frost and eating satsumas and crocheting with my mum and all these small things that come together to make Winter. It will take me a long time, if ever, to call these months my favourite season, but it's not the terror it once was.

Are you a winter girl {or guy}?

xx
Libby