The Stages of Snow Acceptance

I hate winter with the white-hot passion of a thousand fiery suns.  The very minute those Arctic winds start heading South from Canada, expletives stream forth from my lips, and the profanity reaches a screeching crescendo when the snow starts to fly.

Yes, I have chosen to live in New England.  Yes, I see the irrationality of this.

But this year, for the first time since I was a very small child, I am actually looking forward to the first snow.  And I have these boots to thank:

Aren’t they cute?  I mean, in a clunky, fully-insulated-and-waterproof, “bring-it-on, winter” sort of a way?

I never considered myself an Uggs sort of person, but these are Uggs. But they are not impractical, fashion-first, no-snow-allowed Paris Hilton Uggs. No, these are hard-core, fully winterized Uggs, purchased at the badass New England outdoorsy store.  So there you go.  It’s done.

They were an investment, but I can justify it because they are only the second pair of winter boots that I’ve ever bought — and only the  third pair that I will ever own in my adult life.

Yes, you read that correctly.  I’ve been living in New England for 23 years now, and in all that time, I’ve been trying to get by with a pair of cheap, L.L Bean-knockoff “duck boots” that my mother bought for me in 1985.  (OK, I did buy one other pair of boots in 1993, but they were uncomfortable and had to be discarded after one year).

So for almost 25 years, whenever there has been snow to be shoveled, I’ve worn the cheap old duck boots with no traction left on the soles.  They were neither comfortable nor very presentable, so I never wore them to work — even though my job requires me to walk outside several times daily — and I was even reluctant to wear them around town.  Anytime I’ve cared how I looked, I’ve tried to make do with non-winterized, non-insulated, everyday ankle boots or knee-high boots.

I chalk this up to denial.   I don’t live in a place where everybody needs insulated, waterproof winter boots.  No, no, not me!   The snow and cold are just temporary anomalies.  I mean, ok, they stick around for four months — but summer is just around the corner!

No more.  I have folded.  Given in.  Anger and denial have yielded to acceptance, and I am ready to face the winter.

I realize, now, that this has been a gradual process, this acceptance.  Last year, I bought the adorable, fuzzy, faux shearling-ish fleece vest from Eddie Bauer that you see below.

In the same shopping trip, I also bought a cute little knit hat, which was my first hat purchase since 1988.  No, I’m not kidding.  Denial, remember?  Most of the time, I’ve made do with a scarf wrapped around my head.  On the plus side, this technique doesn’t ruin my hair, and it has the added benefit of making me feel very 19th-Century Russian Novel.  The downside, of course, is the relative lack of warmth.

So now, as much as I hate winter, I kind of love my cozy new winter clothes.  Maybe there’s hope for me, after all.  Maybe, some day, I’ll actually purchase a winter coat of my own, rather than making do with layers of light jackets, or hand-me-downs from my mother-in-law.

But let’s not rush into anything.  After all, winter is only temporary.  Isn’t it?

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12 Responses to The Stages of Snow Acceptance

  1. They are cute and they don’t look like Uggs – which is a good thing. I’ve just invested in a pair of Brasher waterproof sheepskin lined, lace-up boots (to be featured on the blog soon), trudged around in the snow all last week and my feet have never been so warm and dry. Our winters aren’t quite so harsh here in London but it’s still worth having some proper footwear, I don’t know what took me so long!

    • I’ve been remiss in replying to comments lately — sorry! Had to chime in to say this, though: You DO realize that you and Gail are responsible for England being buried in snow, don’t you? (Given your comments here). Irony alert — we’ve had none. NONE. I kid you not.

  2. Nanny Anna says:

    I love those boots! I am a winter gal…love my cozy snow weather clothes 🙂

    Anna

  3. MaggieT says:

    You know, winter is lot more enjoyable if you’re dressed appropriately. Buy yourself a nice, long down coat. Trendy and comfy and warm without being heavy. I got mine at Nordstrom for $99—not even on sale. It has a detachable hood. Hoods are very warm, don’t look as stupid as hats (at least if you’re me, cuz I look super stupid in hats), and they don’t mess your hair up as much. Besides, anyone who wants to avoid looking or feeling frumpy ought not to be wearing her m-i-l’s clothes! (Unless your m-i-l is Cher. But her clothes won’t keep you warm.)

  4. Terri says:

    We are having flurries here today…but it is the biting wind that has made me “flurious”! Congrats on preparing for the onslaught this year. I lived in Montana the first 15 years of my adult life and learned to dress for serious temps, sometimes 20 below.

  5. Gail says:

    Over here in the UK we don’t normally have terrible winters but this year we’ve had heavy snow already, before Christmas. I bought some boots similar to your Uggs and it made a huge difference, the knowledge that I could walk around without slipping and sliding.

  6. BigD says:

    Wow! What took you so long?!
    I lived in Cleveland, OH for five years after college and I learned pretty quickly not to fight Old Man Winter! I decided to make peace and meet him on his terms–with a heavey wool coat, long johns and all!
    My pride and joy was a rabbit fur “mad bomber” hat that, with the flaps down, kept me so warm, I felt like I could shovel the drive in my underpants. My husband made much fun of me, but how many hats have you ever worn that people have offered cash money on the spot for??
    Since then, he’s given up and actually bought me a replacement one–actual Russian mink. That’s what makes me love winter. I can do anything in that hat.

  7. Grace says:

    Okay, those are some Uggs I could love. But I’m with you on the hating winter thing. Only I did something about it and moved to Florida. Where it was 27 yesterday morning.

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