My brother once informed me that only tiresome people are ever bored. With this in mind, I have done my best to avoid the inevitable dullness that sets in around Week Five. However, I must admit, it has been somewhat of a struggle.
The excitement of the beginning of term is gone and the sparkle of Christmas and holidays has yet to emerge. As much as I adore cashmere, not even the warmest of blends will save you from the damp and coldness of the Yorkshire country side. Indeed, a girl can only have her delightfully kitsch umbrella blown inside out so many times before the walk to campus becomes tedious.
There seems to be dearth of glamour in our little corner of the world, and it is our duty to do something about it.
While I cannot save you from the winter wet, at least we don’t have to deal with the humidity frizz of summer or the constant battle of tanning (real or fake) and hair removal.
Indeed, the shops are full of delightful little accessories just waiting for you to pick them up and make them your own. It is for this very reason that I have deserted my usual beauty domain to bring you ideas for inserting a little mystique into an otherwise boring student life.
Leather gloves, vintage of course, will keep out the sleet and snow while suggesting that you are just the type of girl to be involved in a car chase with the gendarmerie around the French Alps. A cheeky wink will only confirm that this is most certainly true.
Please don’t allow winter storms to force you into some dreadful wellington boots. You know only Hunters are ever acceptable and even then, only on a farm or when out shooting. I know those Cath Kidson ones are adorable but a bit infra dig, wouldn’t you say?
Dry your tears girls, because winter boots are just the thing to put a smile on your face and a sashay in your step. Knee high goes without saying and I prefer leather – suede won’t last through Thanksgiving. Black or brown are most useful. As for height, I couldn’t possibly dictate but remember horses need a chunky heel and wayward freshers in clubs need a spiked one.
If even I can overcome my historical hatred of bonfire night simply because it’s an excuse to wear my fur coat, there’s no telling what this item can do. It doesn’t have to be expensive and, PETA, is always fake. There’s something quite luxurious about being all snuggled up while your peers freeze in their Jane Norman.
More than anything, it’s about relishing the little indulgences of life. Take notes in lectures with an expensive pen – those of you who have turned 21 probably have a wealth of these. Go to Salvation less and out for dinner more. Buy ridiculously expensive bath bubbles and enjoy a night where you only have to please yourself. I happen to have spent this Sunday night with a glass of wine and the Sunday papers in bed and it has been most delightful. Surround yourself with people you love and throw a dinner party. Never feel guilty for enjoying these treats because, at the end of the day, it’s all there is.
And if all of these fail to convince, London is a mere two hour train journey away.