This week, I am on March Break. And when you are Rosie, March Break means sleeping in late, reading by the fire, occasionally getting up to make my siblings soya dogs, and wearing a lot of knit sweaters.
Sweater, knit by my mummy; jeans, Old Navy; scarf, a gift; hat, Gap; mittens, knit by my mummy.
Today it snowed, and since I am a kind and helpful daughter (who would like her stupid new bedtime removed) I went out to shovel the driveway.
And you obviously have to take lots and lots of photos, to reinforce in the elderly neighbours minds that you are completely crazy.
After my last post, where I was wearing wedge sandals and a dress out in the snow, a lot of you commented that I must have been cold. I'll admit that I wasn't exactly warm, but it was around 0 degrees Celsius (32 degrees Fahrenheit), with practically no wind, and I was only out for about five minutes. So, slightly chilly feet, but nothing my down filled slippers couldn't fix in a few minutes.