There I Said It: I REALLY Hate Winter

I hate winter. There, I said it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

I hate the way it gets dark so early. I hate the way it doesn’t get light until around 8am. I hate the way the blood drains from my fingers when I get cold and they look strangely yellow and fluorescent, like a rejected Simpson character. I hate the way I have to now wear tights with everything in fear of being cold, or worse, people (mostly, cat-callers) shouting “are you not cold love?!”. I hate the way people try to say winter is “cosy” when it really isn’t (unless you don’t leave the side of a log fire from November – March) and I hate the way that it’s oh-so typically British of me to be moaning about the winter weather, and creating an entire blog post about the weather.

I spend three seasons of the year trying to work out which season I love the most. Spring, Summer and Autumn are all amazing in their own ways. But winter? Yes, there’s Christmas on the horizon. A month of festivities and indulging etc – I love it. But everything else apart from that is hell. Cold, wet, miserable. Seriously – no thanks.

I’ve written before about my summer self – Summer Sophie and how I have a totally ‘yes-man’ attitude to everything, and how my seasonal resolution was to bring that vibe into winter and stop being such a Grandma. I’m trying – I really am.

If there’s only one absolutely redeeming quality that makes winter forgivable, it’s the coats that come with it. You know, by now, that I bloody love a good coat. My faux fur addiction has gone from strength to strength this season and a statement check coat will totally detract away from the fact I’ve worn these jeans in every Instagram post for the past 6 frames. Something sassy, bold, bright or floofy enough is just about the antidote to the misery that is British Winter – consider this seasons sartorial offerings a kiss and makeup between myself and the winter.

Photography by Shaun James Cox – @shaunjamescox