(Yes, I am dancing in that last one. You should be, too.)
So, I can’t seem to stop wearing turtlenecks. I suspect that’s probably a bit strange of me, but I just realised this is my third outfit in a row featuring one, and quite a few of the outfits I have planned revolve around the good ol’ turtleneck, too. In fact, two more of the things arrived in the mail this week: two! And I’ll obviously have to wear them ASAP, so that’s two more posts to add to the, “OMG, is this woman ever going to wear anything else?!” list.
What can I say, though: I enjoy a good turtleneck. Not as much as the turtleneck fetishists out there, who get in contact with me occasionally (Thank for helping make life awkward, guys!), of course, but enough that I feel I have to mention it, before someone else does. It’s a bit like those times when I develop one of my legendary ‘Second Heads’, and feel the need to announce it to everyone I meet, just so they don’t think I’m totally oblivious to my disfigurement.
I’m always aware of the Second Heads, and I’m aware of what I’m going to call The Turtleneck Thing, too: it’s just that … I don’t really care about it. I mean, they have a vaguely retro feel to them, which I (obviously) like, and they’re also warm, which is very important, because, without wanting to get all ‘Game of Thrones’ on you, winter is coming, people.
Seriously, up until the start of the week, all anyone could talk about was how mild it was, and wasn’t it amazing to think that it was almost December, and it was still SO WARM? I even mentioned it myself, and I hardly ever think it’s warm, so that’s saying quite a lot, really.
Yesterday, however, that all abruptly changed, and now all anyone can talk about is how COLD it is, and isn’t it COLD? I guess it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise, given that it IS December, after all, but, well, British people, huh? We just can’t get enough of talking about the weather. But what else can you talk about, when winter is coming?
P.S. Yes, I was wearing a coat, no I wasn’t freezing.