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One of the biggest problems posed in a girl's life is: where is the line when you must put comfort before fashion? (Although I prefer the word 'style', a much less scary term.)
I'm late packing for a few days away with the man up north in the highlands...you know..up North. He has a cottage in a very sweet location, almost bambi-esque, it's just a shame about the lack of central heating/warm water/local coop/sane people. The plus side is that the cottage next to us is the residence of a drug dealer - just in case it all gets a bit too much.
Back to the problem of packing: the first time I went with him I took a dress in the hope it would be sunny and there would be a nice cafe or something to wear it to. I wore it despite the weather, convinced it was my right to look fabulous even if I was in the Scottish equivalent of the outback but, unfortunately, many Marilyn Monroe faux pas followed and the townspeople practically tried to burn me at the stake. Well, you get the drift. 
The next time I went up I didn't take the dress again (fool me once etc etc) but I was insistent that my 'shoe for every occasion' habit would not be beaten by the wild and took a lovely pair of suede brogues. Having to dry them out in front of the fire almost caused the end of my relationship, it was not funny.
So this time around as I'm packing I'm having to sacrifice all my beautiful, wonderful dresses/skirts/shoes and leather gloves in order to wrap up in trackies, hoodies, old tees, walking boots, fluffy hats etc. Things I wouldn't normally wear outwith my house unless on another continent. The only word I associate with 'waterproof' is mascara - and if I have to wear it I consider my first port of call a taxi!
But, finally, comfort has finally overtaken my style, although I'm still taking my eyeliner.
I'm sure the man will be happy that I have embraced country life and will want me to be enthused by the delights of hillwalking and puddle-jumping and insect-admiring. And for him, I will. For him, I will have a wonderful time. For him, I'm sure I will be overtaken by the beauty of a wet and windy day. For him, I'll encourage near death experiences by walking through the woods in the dark.


In fact, for him, to prove I'm so into my nature nowadays, and so wonderfully comfortable, I won't shave my legs.