Work = high heels. I've contemplated the freelance lifestyle but I've seen the results (tracksuits, bad hair, shapeless jumpers), no for me, heels win every time - except that is until the temperature decides to hit -14.

When I decided to live in Milan I had no idea that January would feel like rural Canada leaving me with no option but to wear clothes that ordinarily I would walk a dog in. Thus, my office attire is taking on a new routine that involves arriving thirty minutes early in the office so I can change into an outfit that doesn't scream outdoors, not everyone may I add is making the same effort. I'll save these pics for another day.

Weirdly - and you'll find this in any "creative" office - the snow although hasn't brought out the child in everyone, (in fact now I come to think of it I can't imagine any of colleagues ever being a child - they all seem far too sophisticated to have ever dribbled/fallen over/danced to Tiffiany) - no, the snow has instead brought out the artiste in everyone. I've never seen so many co-workers snapping at the snow like it were a member of the A-list in a furious attempt to post the most abstract snow shots on Facebook. I won't bore you with the results but needless to say I'm hoping for a thaw pretty soon before we lose several members of staff to a photography sabbatical.

Snowed under at behindtheseamsgirl@gmail.com

More footwear dilemmas at www.swide.com/History/Behind-The-Seams/Feet-first/