Tuesday, February 26, 2008

This is What I Wore While Flailing Down the Slopes

Compliments of my friend Megan, the original Snow Bunny, I wore this:



It's rather difficult to see around the hood and all, and you kind of blend into the mountain (esp. when it snows), but hey--suffer for fashion, right?

Oh, and there's absolutely no peripheral vision when you have the furry hood up. Did you know that peripheral vision is key when you're skiing? I did not.

I do now.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha ha.. well, I like to think that it keeps life interesting. I mean really... come on, who really WANTS to see what's coming anyway! Peripheral vision is highly over rated anyway! I say: "Look out.. the furry headed queen of the slopes are a comin', all must yield to her or lest be squished from your own stupidity!" ha ha ha!! :)

K said...

I have only been skiing once. I took my father who had never been skiing either. We proceeded to stick the lift ticket thingy directly on our jackets. While we were trying to get on the ski lift.. we kept sliding back into the people behind us. Finally, for the sake of everyone on the mountain, an employee came over and told us that we didn't need to be trying to get on the ski lift. He pointed us in the direction of the beginner's class. We, along with a bunch of 8 year olds, practiced sideways climbing (I'm sure that's the technical term) up the hill and snow plowing down. Practice makes perfect--the instructor made us do this until I could no longer hold myself up. That was 14 years ago and I have yet to conjure up the notion to try again.

Anonymous said...

I went downhill skiing once. I wore jeans. I think that's what ruined it for me.

blog author said...

girl, i dont know how you kept from melting the whole mountain in that sassy little number!

kay said...

but i bet you looked awesome in it!

Femme au Foyer said...

Martha: Ha ha--furry headed queen of the slopes--ha ha, I like that!

Shan: That's what we did in VA--we skiid in jeans and then they'd get wet and weigh 300 pounds. Miserable! No wonder I never liked skiing back home. Oh wait, I don't like skiing anywhere. In any pants. At any time.

M2K2: The ski lift terrifies me. I kept worrying that I was going to be dragged or something. Everytime the lift would stop, I'd picture someone being caught by their head, dangling in the air. You know this *must* happen on regular basis.

Melek & Kay: I'm prepping a post right now with pics of me in that jacket. You can judge for yourself how hot (or not) I look in it...

L said...

I like the jacket it's cute!