When I woke up this morning, I figured the universe was playing some kind of cruel joke.
I don't live in Maine, Vermont or New Hampshire. I don't live in New York. This is Texas, baby, and we don't even keep gloves in our jacket pockets. This cold stuff is a joke.
Looking out the window, it's a beautiful day, but stepping outside means a wind chill in the single digits, so I l-l-layered up. I'm trying to figure out a way to wear this Free People sweatshirt every single day for the rest of my life, basically.
On top of the Free People sweatshirt is a reliable, wonderfully warm French Connection tribal-print cardigan, which even zips up like a jacket, and on top of that is an equally loved BCBG wool trench coat, paired with velvet-feel navy twill pants and a pair of maroon wedge sneakers. This, plus some red lips, and it doesn't matter how cold it is outside - I'm a walking bundle of awesome.
Even if I can't really put my arms down.
12 Degrees by jlrey
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