So you may have heard it’s been a tad cold here in
Chirish-land recently. So cold that I should have renamed my blog
Not all of us are complaining. With 2 snow days off school
already this year, Male Mini-me is enjoying that Christmas-Eve-like excitement
on the night of a big snowfall or freeze, never quite knowing whether he will
be granted that extra-special lie-in.
Except that he won’t. Because, according to the City of Chicago Municipal Code, all good citizens of Chiberia
need to ensure their sidewalks are clear of snow and ice by 10 am if snow stops
falling after 4pm. Or if the snow stops before 4pm, 3 hours later. Except for Sunday when you don’t have to clear. So that would
make it a Snowy Day Snow Day if you see what I mean.
Anyway, Superalien has made it clear there is little point
in having mini aliens if they’re not the ones shoveling up the fluffy stuff.
Which didn’t go down too well until last weekend’s trip to the local DIY store
resulted in the reincarnation of the snow blower left in our yard.
And then the whole little-boy-playing-with-loud-machines-and spraying-snow-everywhere-thing kicked in. Oh and
Male Mini-me wanted a go too.
For the females in the family, the cold poses another
problem. How to look pleasing when it’s
Hats had never featured in my wardrobe until we moved to New
York where they became an odd-day accessory. Here they are an every-day necessity
which of course gives rise to the problems of the non-rise ie flat hat
I’ve been fascinated by how fellow
Chiberiennes have embraced the battle of fashion versus freezing, utilising ear-warmers,
head bands and snoods to fend off the effects of minus 15 degrees Celsius. True their hair does indeed seem to retain some body and height but those
little white icicles around each strand may have something to do with it.
Personally I think Superalien has it right – easiest way to solve the problem
of hat hair is lose the hair, not the hat!
And then there is the coat issue. I was reading the other day about what makes
a real Chicagoan and one of the benchmarks was your choice of winter coat. The
first stage is realizing that what has served elsewhere as your cozy winter coat for the
last upteen years is only an autumn coat here - or a Defcon 3, as I prefer to call it.
You realize why everyone has those
bulky duvet things so you buy one, a fashionable enough version, not too
Michelin-Man-like and falling above the knee. You decide to go for a walk by
the lake to celebrate your immersion. And then you realize that this is merely the Defcon 2 version and that you're only
half-way there – you’re Chic but not Chicagoan. In fact you’re not 'a-go-an' anywhere. Because your legs have frozen.
No, for the true Chicagoan the only viable winter coat is the Defcon 1 - a
long, duck down coat. As in it’s so long you have to duck down to find the zips
at the bottom. Not exactly the coolest of looks but who wants to be cool with a wind chill of minus 30 degrees Celsius!
Chicago - the ultimate chillin' out city. Especially in the winter.