They say necessity is the mother of invention, which could explain why Perth’s recent and persistent freezing cold morning temperatures have colluded with my body’s inability to effectively circulate blood to my extremities.
I call it the perfect epiphany storm, and here’s why.
I’ve had several. Epiphanies.
Those beautiful, crystalising moments when something becomes so blindingly clear that the relief you feel is merely an echo of your brain as it expands slightly in size and weight.
Cogs meet and turn, and click……So thaaaaaaat’s why!
Ugh (my spelling, and hopeful shield against copyright war) boots – I’ve never understood the hideous things. Until now.
And my sensitive little feet want them desperately.
From their thick, rubbery soles splaying clumsily beneath each foot, to their stain-prone ovine hides, to the sweat-absorbing innards of woollen pelt, I fear necessity has invented actual reasons why these ghastly-looking cave shoes deserve a place in my post-modern footwear-worshipping life.
When it’s -1.6 degrees just a couple of suburbs away at 6.59am on a Wednesday, I need a full-body Ugh boot!
Which brings me to my (secret) leg-warming electric blanket. Can’t I just wear one of these ‘mother guilt’-inducing garments to work, or stay put in my animal-print lined cave (bed)?
Convention (like computers), says no. But I can imagine now, how Ugh boots and a ‘down’ electric blanket could really compliment each other on the sardinous train journey to Perth nestled among fashionable fellow commuters. Can’t you?
My beige gloves with the bow became an essential ingredient of my daily get-up since the breakfast temperature dropped below 12 degrees. Along with stockings, laddered or not.
On the back of the paleo diet, this new winter uniform is Neolithic in its sartorial relevancy, Aurelio!
In my desperation to stay warm, avoid fingers and toes that turn white with a lack of blood and buzz with an almost electrical numbness, these phalange-saving epiphanies have been sprouting thick and fast.
- Put that bloody electric blanket luxury item on the bed, even if the kids don’t have one!
- Oh, alright then! Get the kids their own electric blanket luxury items!
- Buy a pair of godawful Ugh boots, and sloth smugly around the house in cocooned comfort!
- The winter solstice was an anti-climax and the sun still sets way before 6pm!
133 days ‘til summer.