Last night the Mr and I hit the town. We jumped in a taxi, had tea at Wagamamas (chilli chicken ramen, edamame beans, glass of wine) then strolled round the Christmas market. He bought me a vanilla cherry chocolate marshmallow – delicious!
By 9.30 we were snuggled up in a booth in one of our favourite bars, him drinking beer and me drinking Amaretto lemonades. It was such a lovely night! One thing that struck me though… there was so much bare skin on show (and none of it was mine)!
I cannot stand to be cold. At work I have a heater under my desk, trained on my feet. I wear lots of layers and always a scarf. I wear gloves to drive my car. I have an unhealthy obsession with open fireplaces. I love to be warm. So when I go out, I ALWAYS take a cardigan and a coat in the winter. I don’t understand these girls who saunter around with bare arms and legs in December… It’s December! You’ll catch your death!
Maybe it’s my grandmother talking. But for our date night, I layered up like there was no tomorrow. The vest went over a long sleeved polo neck, a cardigan went over that and the cropped faux fur jacket finished me off. I also had my vintage purple and gold scarf and my gloves on. I would’ve worn a hat as well but a girl can’t risk a hat hair situation on a Friday night. And I was toasty warm all night!
Are you brave enough to go bare in the coldest of months? Or will you join me in the queue for the cloakroom?