It was a snow day yesterday and is again today, with lots of lovely, large, fluffy flakes making a thick blanket on the ground. On Sunday middle child and I ventured out on a hike to the drugstore to buy a New York Times. It felt like old times to me, having grown up on Prince Edward Island and having live in Ottawa, where I ice-skated to university in the winter.
Now my winter boots are more suited for apres-ski--for drinking a hot toddy around the alpine fireplace rather than forging a Josephine Peary trail. But the spirit prevailed.
After coming in from the snow, I looked up one of my favourite winter-jacket designers--Moncler--to see what witty winter wear it's offering.
Clearly Mr. Valli has been watching some History Channel mixed with a binge of Deneuve, as he showed some Finding Bigfoot Meets Peau d'Ane outerwear. Or maybe it's Peau d'Ane Finds Bigfoot. Whatevs. It's usually Bobo on a late-night constitutional.
Then there were some Nutcracker-ready Snow Queen jackets.
There was also what may have been a tribute to Marianne Faithfull, what I'm calling "As Tiers Go By":
And, for fans of Big Joe Muffera and Johnny Chinook, some lumberjack chic in plaid mohair.
So did any other gentle readers watch this television show when growing up?