Snow Blowing Fashion

So,  today before I went out to snow blowing through the 800 foot tall snowdrift at the end of my driveway,  I started thinking how I could write that I made a mistake in a previous blog post when I said that snow blowing is fun.














Except I didn’t.    I’ve spent a many hours snow blowing in the last two days. Shockingly, I’m really enjoying it.      

   What can I say, I was born with the gift of happiness.

I loved seeing that giant mountain of snow dissolve into mist in the air.    
There is plenty of time to think when you are snow blowing; it takes a long time to demolish 800 feet tall drifts.  I started thinking that if I was going to have to do this more often I should get my own snow blowing clothes rather than borrow my husband’s ugly baby-poop colored, but oh-so-warm, Carhartt overalls.   I wondered if they came in black. (they do – I Googled)   Black would look much better on me, it’s slimming.    Black  Carhartts would also match the new hat and mittens I bought for snow blowing.

I took a picture of them to show off  how cute they are close up.  The falling snow tends to obscure their brightness as it covers me.

Then I started wondering if my oh-so-warm but monstrous and ugly Sorel boots come in another color.   I’d love for them to look more like my rubber boots. 

I wore these boots with wool socks on Thursday night to help dig my daughter’s car when it was stuck in a drift.   She was wearing my Sorel boots.  I wasn’t out in the blizzard too long but my feet stayed warm  and dry.   Both neighbors complimented me on my boots;  I might be on to something.     Or they may just think I’m crazy.