Wearing in a Winter Wonderland

Do I go for fashion or comfort? That is the question I ask myself every day in winter. Do I dress as if I’m being judged or do I dress for comfort and stability? The reason I ask myself this is that I have the ability to subconsciously identify the one millimetre of ice in the country and stand on it. This often ends in me on the floor laughing at myself, although inside I’m really crying because I’m so ashamed. And it hurts, a lot.

This dilemma rules out quite a variety of clothing. Dresses – maybe, skirts – possibly, short skirts – definitely not and high heels – are you kidding me. So I’m left with Damart trousers and flat shoes. You would think that I couldn’t go wrong. Ha. I’m thinking the embarrassment of sitting on the ground after slipping in flat shoes is even worse than having high heels on. At least with heels people know why you are on the floor. In flats people think you must be a little bit dim, or worse. Trousers shredded at the knee can be quite a good look on a schoolboy, not on a grown lady. So that rules out flat shoes and trousers.

That leaves hiking boots and utility Damart trousers. The thing I love about sitting on the ground in hiking boots and utility trousers is that no one actually believes you really fell. You can see passersby looking for the secret camera. After all what imbecile could fall in the most practical of clothing. I’ve said it already but I’ll say it again – that would be me!