The other days, when it kept on snowing and the wind was blowing, the cold (cold, cold!) made me want to not ever get out of jeans, UGGs or snow boots, warmest sweater and snowboard jacket. Not that I had any intention of snowboarding on the sidewalks of the city and I have never tried to ski.
I looked at the sky, we showed teeth to one another, bat our eyelashes and I got out in the “anything but” I would freeze, but at least would have fun in. And I always have fun when in skirt (particularly a jumpsuit skirt). A “jumpskirt” over the flared cropped trousers, underneath the glittery sweater.
Us, girls, and the glitter, ooh!
The sole of the boots saved the day for a bit, but the naked leather inside was making bffs with my skin. Was complaining, actually. The skin to the leather. About the cold, cold.
We all like to complain about the weather anyway. Us, people! “Too hot, too cold.” I’m not complaining or anything, but one can not ignore the cold weather.
I kept the snowboard jacket – I wear it too little a year – but I keep on getting it off. Just to have fun.
With the sun.
The sun with myself.
We smile, grin, laugh.