I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

I woke up to the cat meowing and went back to bed.

I was awakened later by somebody who was ready for me to get out of bed. I was about ready to get up anyway, but lots of hugs and kisses are a good way to get me ready for the day.

I was also told, "It's snowing!" and, when I cracked open the bedroom curtains, I could see snow flying sideways past the window, but not much else because I didn't have my glasses on.

I took a shower and then I cooked pancakes (and black treacle back bacon and sausage) and we had a nice breakfast (though we're about to have a dire maple syrup shortage) and now the snow is gone. No telling what I'm going to do today - originally the plan was to hit the zoo, but we'll see.

Well, coming out of the Waitrose, we saw that it had started snowing again. So much for the zoo, really.

And I had this great idea of going to the God Is ... Victorian part dressed as Odette de Crecy, the ex-courtesan heroine/focus of Swann's Way (the second half of the first book of In Search of Lost Time), if someone described as so unintelligent and manipulative - and not the narrator of a first person novel - can be a heroine. There is a beautiful lilac dress she wears while walking in the Bois de Boulogne - the train of the skirt trailing behind her, a clutch of violets pinned to her top and a wisteria parasol in her hand - that sounded like it would have been the perfect thing for the party. Unfortunately, the high street charity shops don't really carry any formal dresses, though in America I could have easily found blue bridesmaids dresses galore at pretty much any thrift store. Instead I get to read about the dress in Paris Fashion: A Cultural History by Valerie Steele (as very kindly previewed on Google) and wish there was some way I could get just one of these lovely dresses to wear. I suppose I'll come up with something.