Remember that I said learning to ski was made easier by the fact that I don’t really have much choice in the matter? Scrap that. It’s a load of twaddle.
All I can say is that it’s a good job that I didn’t give up swearing for lent. Or chocolate. If I had, I would have been one big fat failure about an hour into the day. This is a picture that I took yesterday whilst sitting outside a cafe after refusing, point blank, to ski any further. There was no discussion about the matter. By that stage the skiis were off and there was no way that they were going back on until I decided that I was ready to move (I should make it clear that this didn’t hamper anyone else. I was very happy to be left alone and quite frankly I’m pretty sure that they were happy to leave me alone!)
The refusal had been preceded by a pretty spectacular fall down a slope which caused a less than dignified rant at myself, the slope concerned, the skis and anything else really. Mr SG might argue that it was also directed at him, although I think that I managed to communicate through the swearing that it wasn’t. Anyway, today was another day and all that but it did take a few hours, a swim and some fizz (plus the coke and mars bar above) to convince me that I really did want to give it another go. Grrrrrrrr.
Just to reassure you, I didn’t go out wearing this Sweaty Betty headband but I did promise that I would share some looks and this definitely goes down as my Olivia Newton John “Let’s get physical” impersonation from the 80’s – well either that or Margot Leadbetter from the “Good Life.”
Aside from that I’m wearing a Primark running jacket, Adidas half zip top which is slightly thicker and a GAP running top underneath. But today it was much colder so it only just about did the trick. Back to the sweatshirt tomorrow.
Now when it comes to the Apres ski look I have kept it very understated. There was a risk that I could have brought a whole load of clothes that were completely wrong so, knowing how I prefer to dress after a long day of exercise (albeit not skiing), I just stuck to comfort. I have seen many a pair of leather trousers, a leather mini, lots of pretty tops and nice dresses with heels but that’s not for me this week. Instead I’m wearing Next harem leggings, the chunky roll neck jumper from Boden, Stan Smith trainers and my favourite star purse from GAP.
And whilst no-one would covet my Apres ski look, or my Nevica (throw back to the 90’s from Sports Direct skiing gear), one of our party has admitted to having fanny pack envy – oh yes the 80’s are still going strong in my wardrobe. It won’t be long before the funk belt, the fingerless gloves and the frosted lipstick are making an appearance.