Life Lately
Surviving the In-Between Months
Hello friends,
February has a very particular feeling, doesn’t it? The sparkle of Christmas is long gone, but spring still feels like a distant dream. The fields are muddy, the mornings are cold, and the 3pm school run somehow still happens in near-darkness.
Life lately has been full in that ordinary, beautiful way. Slow dinners simmering while the boys race through the house. Brisk dog walks where the air feels sharp enough to perk you up, but the grey skies bring me right back down. Afternoons that require candles - not for aesthetics, but for morale.
We’re very much in the “in-between” season here in the Cambridgeshire countryside. Not quite winter, not quite spring. The house feels cosy, but I’m craving light. I find myself opening windows for five minutes just to prove to myself that the seasons do, in fact, change.
I’ve realised this is the time of year when small comforts matter most. Not grand resets. Just tiny lifts that make me feel a bit more pulled together, a bit more energised, a bit more like myself.
What’s Getting Me Through the Last Stretch of Winter
Tan-Luxe Self-Tan Face Drops
A few drops in my moisturiser and suddenly I look like I’ve seen the sun - even if it’s only been during the school run. It’s subtle, but it makes a remarkable difference to how I feel when I catch my reflection.
Just For Men Brow Tint
Completely unglamorous, wildly effective. Two minutes (my skin is very sensitive, but I’ve found this works for me) and I look instantly more polished.
Armani Eye Tint
My one recent beauty splurge and I have zero regrets. It gives that soft, grown-up glow without feeling heavy. Perfect for quick mornings when I want to look awake but not “done.”
Heights Vitamins
I truly cannot rave about these enough. Through grey skies, busy weeks, and the general February slump, they’ve been my steady constant. You can use my code “BYCHRISTINEROSS” for a discount on your first month.
There’s something about this time of year that asks for gentleness. More tea. Earlier nights. A little effort where it counts and grace where it doesn’t.
Spring will come. The light will stretch. The fields will shift from brown to green. But for now, I’m embracing cosy, practical rituals, and trusting that this quiet stretch has its own kind of beauty.
