Mmmmm. Winter. Crisp, cold weather, snow gently falling, hot chocolates, cosy jumpers, cute hats...is there anything better? Well, yes, there is actually. It's called summer.
You may have noticed that I do not live for winter, unlike some people I know*. There are things I like about winter (see aforementioned) but for the most part, it's not like that. It's a mess of rain and wind and dry, flaky skin. Winter is carefully planning an adorable outfit, then ruining it by throwing a coat on over the top and hiding it all. It's hat hair. It's wet socks. It's rejecting your high heels, again, in favour of boots.
But. BUT. None of that matters if you don't have to go out.
I'm much more of a homebody in winter. I stay in, and I cook, and I bake**, and of course, I read. Copiously.
This sort of activity is all stuff you could do in your pyjamas, or baggy sweatpants at least. I really don't have the 'baggy sweatpants' gene though, and I feel a bit gross and as if I'm ill if I just don't get dressed. What I wear has that sort of power over my mind. So I get dressed, but I keep it good and casual. The luxury of this level of total un-luxe-ness can't be beat.
Except by summer, of course. Summer beats EVERYTHING.
Are you more about summer or winter? And why? (Especially if your answer is winter...why?!)
*The crazy ones.
**Very occasionally. I keep really wanting to be the baking sort but I'm just not.