Elise Cline

After an absence of 50 years, seventies fashion trends are making a definite comeback. Why not give it a whirl - whether you want to don pantsuits, velvet hot pants, silk jumpsuits, bell bottoms, big lapels, hippy skirts, mesh flowing fabric or platforms and big hair.

Some people are just built to survive all types of inclement climes, be it cold, rainy, stormy, hail or snow.  Some people even prefer the cold to heat.  I, on the other hand, live for bright blue skies and sunny days. I am, without a doubt, a fair weather wimp.

If variety is the spice of life, then, oh boy, do I love variety! For me, food can never be spicy enough - I will coat everything and anything in Tapatío, Sriracha and all manner of chili flakes.

If your personal environment reflects your mental state — mine is a messy, garish smorgasbord of junk. My rainbow wallpaper is uniquely made in my image, evolving with me and integrating memories as they are made.

Hiking is all fun and games, frolicking in fields and wandering in the woods, until the lights go out. By the glow of the moon, a joyous jaunt can transform into a hair-raising, terror-stricken tumble into your worst nightmare

My days are busier than ever - starting in the morning at 10 AM to my forced bedtime at 1AM. But finally, for the first time, I know exactly what is going to happen, when everything is due, and what I said I would do.

Talking is my preferred pastime, one of my foremost skills and one of my favorite bonding activities. Some people talk to communicate; I communicate to talk. 

I’ve always joked I was a product of international relations - the relation in question being between my British mother and American father, whose love affair led to my birth in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Swept along by the whirlwind of my parents' lives, the backdrop of my childhood cycled between these three countries, each cradling distinct aspects of my life and character. 

For the sake of all of us fair-weather wimps, here are my top tips to beat the bitter cold while maintaining your fashionable facade!

My body hurts me — every single day, eight days a week, year upon year, with no sick days. There is no end, no cure, no fix.