My husband calls me “Nana” because I’m always cold. I’m not talking about being a little chilled from time to time, I am FREEZING unless its over 75. I walk around the house in layers upon layers, scarves, and slippers while he wears a tshirt and gym shorts. I drink tea just to feel the warmth of the cup in my hands. As my grandmother used to say: I’m “dead and don’t know enough to lie down.”
In theory, spring is right around the corner. Stores are brimming with bright colors and open toe shoes, but I can’t even get excited about them because I am just too. damn. cold.
My solution: layer up a little black dress with pops of color. I can stay warm, but still feel like spring is on its way…maybe… All I know is it’s been too cold, and too gray for far too long!
In other news, Colten took the photo on the right. It may be time to fire Steve and hire my four-year-old as the official fashionista photographer… the kid has a good eye…