Around Valentine's day it felt like spring was on the way. It was nice enough outside that I didn't need a hat, I started planning our garden and thinking about camping and picnics and pretty dresses.
But winter was having none of that happiness, it has decided to stay f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Instead of grass pushing its way up through the snow the temperature has dropped to minus twenty-six (although it feels like minus 35) and the sky keeps dumping its stupid snow on me.
I remember being excited for snow and winter and wearing winter clothes. "Yay snow! It's like a winter wonderland!".
However, it is now March and I would like to go outside without having to put on a million layers.
I made some cookie templates of all the winter layers I have to put on before I go outside. A good visual reminder for next year when I'm all looking forward to getting my winter coat out.
But it's not that simple. She'll be a ball of frozen cookie dough if she waits for the train in -27 just wearing that under her jacket.
I'm not going to lie, sometimes I sleep in the very sweat pants that I use as a layer the next day. Mostly because it's so cold outside that I like to pretend that I'm still warm in bed and not out in the freezing wind. I think it's called denial.
Now she's ready to go outside and be relatively warm and comfortable despite the temperature.
Marshmallow fondant recipe here