Yes I know I grew up in Michigan, but I'm not a snow/ice kind of woman.
And I realize I live in Virginia, not any of the M states like Massachusetts, Maine or Minnesota, states that really got buried under this storm but still we had wind gusts of 45-50 MPH, winds chills below zero and I do take a bus to work.
I was tempted to call in cold but having finished Wild by Cheryl Strayed over the holiday break, I thought I should get on with it. I was not in the Sierras after all, just walking to the corner.....
So I layered. Leggings under jeans, a long sleeve t shirt under a flannel shirt under a wool sweater under a down vest under a down coat. Accessorized with fur lined boots, a wool scarf, a wool hat knit by my neighbor Nelda, and of course gloves and sunglasses.
I tried to take a picture to show you but in it I look like a very grim sausage wearing sunglasses.
Clearly I survived and to reward myself for my bravery I cleaned out a box from the attic and found more pictures.
Now let's play what is this wrong with this picture?
- I am brunette.
- I am holding a shoe.
- Have I even been married to either of these men?
- Why is the one on the right so angelically happy?
- Why is the one on the left fixing my hair?
- I have body in my hair. Did I have a perm?
- What year was this?
Your turn. Show me some history. Thus shall January fly by.