The Potty Diaries: Flowers, made of frost. No

Flowers, made of frost. No - really.

>> Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Well, what do you know? It turns out that there are some things I will not do for this blog. Namely, going cross country skiing when the thermometer reads -24degC (that's -11degF) in order to take a photograph of myself with frost-covered hair to put up on here.

How do I know you get frost on your hair at this temperature, you may ask? Well, I went skiing on Tuesday at a tropical -20degC (-4degF) when I didn't think of taking a photo of how I'm going to look when I'm old and grey until after I had already reached home and thawed myself out.

But what I did take a photo of, was this. Frost flowers blooming on the surface of the same hole in the ice I jumped into last March, when it was an altogether balmier -8degC.

How lucky am I, that I get the opportunities to take this sort of photo?

1 comments:

Dawn/LittleGreenFingers, 1 February 2012 18:11: Gorgeous. But then again, how lucky am I getting to look at that picture, whilst at the same time sitting by a roaring fire? I'm very much a fair weatehr photographer!

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Potty Mummy

Moscow, Russia

Dictionary definition of Potty: 'somewhat silly or crazed, addlebrained'. I started this blog to share the benefit of my - admittedly limited - experience of potty training my two boys, and to show that whilst it can be hell, it also can be done. All things must pass though, and potty training for us has been consigned to history, so this has become more of a blog to stop me becoming potty than about the potty. And if you can understand my twisted logic, I hope you enjoy these extremely subjective anecdotes on being a stay-at-home mum transplanted to Moscow and still coming to terms with not also being a career woman. Really. You'd think I'd be over it by now; it's been 5 years since I last worked in an office - and went to the loo with the door shut - after all... You can also find me writing as Clare Taylor on Powder Room Graffiti and in the blog section of the Moscow Times on 'Diaries of a Moscow Mum'.

And be polite. The moment I put pen to paper or fingers to keys, all content, photos, or images on this blog (unless otherwise credited) are copyright me, me, me.