I actually made an effort this morning to have nice hair and look respectable for work. I looked pretty swishy until I stepped outside and was instantly reduced to a drowned rat. I had completely missed how appalling the weather was as I merrily crimped my hair and got all fancy, and it lasted about twenty seconds. Rats. Up to that moment, I swear I looked this good...
|The Lady of the Snows (1896) George Henry Boughton|
|Woman with a Mirror and a Rose|
Well, the snow may arrive one day and I may well have the chance to look presentable again, but until the rain stops I'm not ruining my muff and bonnet for nothing.
See you tomorrow.