Sunday, 4 December 2011

Colour me Whistler

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.

an Aussie and some 'locals'

the Italian boys
more locals and a Swede

the Swedish boys  tell me: "everyone looks like this there"

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.


  1. 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)!

  2. Ingemar Stenmark4 December 2011 at 23:28

    Hej elskling!
    Det vae jatta bra att traffas de svenskor, men nå må du bara åka skidor och inte sjekke upp skandinaviska skibums