It’s officially the last day before winter begins and I am officially in denial mode. Here’s what I have done so far:

1 - Woken up with a toasty tan thanks to a slathering of self-tanner (Palmer’s Natural Bronze) last night

2 - Covered myself in a coconutty body moisturiser (thanks, The Body Shop)

3 - Mixed a bronze-ish highlighting cream (one of those Revlon Bare it All ones) into my sunscreen and smeared it all over my face and neck

4 - Dabbed a Bobbi Brown coral-coloured cream blush onto my cheeks and lips

5 - Dusted a Bloom gold powder around my eyes

6 - Spritzed a salt spray into my hair - it was John Frieda Ocean Waves

7 - Stuck one of my last flowering frangipanis into the base of my newly short ponytail

8 - Painted my toe nails hot pink (Fuchsia Girl by CoverGirl)

9 - Went out for a walk in flip flops to dry my pink nails

10 - Got cold feet. Literally

11 - Decided denial can’t last for much longer. Booked a ticket to Byron Bay

Really though, who could blame me for my state of season-denial? I mean, the seasons themselves don’t know if they’re Arthur or Martha right now. Where I live, most days still feel summery more than anything. It definitely doesn’t feel like winter is one day away. I read yesterday that knits and coats aren’t selling at all. I’m pretty sure that would mean sales of woody fragrance and super-hydrating serums are down too. And who really wants to load ourselves up with parkas and dark green smoky eye shadow when every paparazzi pic shows some celeb frolicking around Cannes or LA in a new spring frock and hot pink lip gloss. Thank heavens for al those photos of poor Lindsay Lohan - because no matter how much we do let ourselves go a little this winter, we’ll probably never look as messy as she does.