Brighter Days Ahead
I’m sick of winter. It’s still January, so figure, fifty more days of frigid weather still in front of me, I am re-imagining the many ways to wear my boring black layers. Today on the battlefield, I had on a tank top, fleece-lined tights, jeans over that, a turtleneck, a big chunky sweater, wool socks, a down coat, a neck funnel, a fur topper and despite my best efforts, it was still hard to breathe. In spite of all these obstacles, I am marching on in the sleet and slush, and daydreaming of spring and sunny days to come. In the midst of this helluva Polar Vortex, I could a: move to warmer climes, b: purge my closets of the collective clutter, or c: plan... Read More