This afternoon I arrived at Whistler, BC. The sun is shinning, the sky is blue, the air is crisp, the snow seems plentiful and the village is bustling. As I sit eating my tasty all day breakfast and watching the world go by I grow more and more disappointed.
In myself.
All around me there is a sea of colourful outfits, and out of all the rainbow of choices available in the world of ski gear somehow I have ended up acquiring silver grey waterproof pants and a black puffy jacket.
Sure sitting at the Cafe I have on my salmon pink cords and flamingo jumper, but when I get out into the snow I will be Ms Monochrome.
Even a raspberry beret does not cut it next to this kaleidoscope of mismatched far out gear.
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| an Aussie and some 'locals' |
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| the Italian boys |
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| more locals and a Swede |
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| the Swedish boys tell me: "everyone looks like this there" |
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| when the guy from Seattle in red and pink looks a little dull you know you are going to have to work hard to stand out from the crowd. |
All I can do is gaze in envy and ponder if I should spend all my ski dollars on a new outfit instead- but then perhaps that would defeat the purpose.
It's not what you wear which matters, it's how you feel on the skis. You'll be fine as long as you wear a smile (and some factor 50)!
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