Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin

Anyone else just a little bit pleased that the weather has turned colder?

I'm not ready to stop lighting the fire yet and after the diet I've adopted for the past 9 months, trousers and jumpers really are my friends. A cold spell means I can wear a hat when I can't be arsed to wash my hair. Throw a sweatshirt over my pyjama top when getting dressed feels like too much of an effort. And joy of joys, it means I'm saved from shaving on a regular basis. If you never embrace the au naturel approach to grooming you don't know what you're missing out on. I hadn't appreciated that full body waxing was a thing until this week; well it's not the sort of thing I'm keen to try anytime soon.

Why is it when men don't shave they become rugged and sexy but if women don't shave - legs and underarms in particular - they should prepare themselves for a life of celibacy? Neglect your bikini line and you might as well hit google with a search for wimples and habits.

I'm fast approaching the age where facial hair is likely to require year round attention. It starts with eyebrow shaping and upper lip hair removal and before you know it I'll be competing with friends to see who has the most impressive goatee; I've already had several conversations with friends about the single chin hair. What the hell is that all about?

So although I'm looking forward to long summer days I can't deny that I'm currently enjoying my low maintenance appearance - it's a godsend when I'm having one of my 'nope' days.