The windchill has been hovering between -40 and -30 for days now. I've bailed on plans simply to avoid bundling up. Today, I can't avoid it. I need a new stack of books from the library, and to drop off some paperwork for a conference next weekend. It's days like these when I wish "warm" and "comfortable" didn't mean jeans and a hoodie. How is it that my "warm and comfortable" at home is so much more chic than my "warm and comfortable" going outside look?
Dressing for this kind of temperature should be second hat to me by now after nearly 30 years in the prairies. Even with the increased wind characteristic of my current geographical locale (even when it's calm there's enough wind to mess up your hair), this is my second winter in the province. I have no choice but to blame my current working-from-home situation: it has turned me into a wuss.
Making getting dressed even harder is the fact that my wool sweaters shrank during the great laundry expedition of last month. While 2 were shrank beyond repair, the one that remains in my wardrobe is a touch too small to layer under.
And this post just keeps getting longer because I know as soon as I finish writing it, I will actually have to go and choose something to wear.