That little matchgirl would still be alive, if she had this sweater.

Mother Nature is a real firecracker of a lady. When she found out that I cheated on her in my last update -- by posting a balmy looking, long-forgotten pic taken months ago, when the sun was shining (a few more of which I just discovered in the recesses of my hard drive) -- she lashed out like ten bitches on an Arctic bitchboat.* The temperature had already averaged about 20°F/-7°C over the past month or two, but a couple days ago, it plunged down to -8°F/-22°C, and that's -21°F/-30°C with the windchill.

50's Cowichan Sweater: the Getup Leggings: Off the rack at Marshall's
Shoes: Steve Madden

  Socks: Don't remember, but yes, I'm wearing socks. I was going to take them off when I got inside, but I ended up being way too wussy. No surprises there.

I hate, hate, hate to be cold, so I have a generous collection of heavy, oversized wool sweaters, but the heaviest one is this vintage 50's Cowichan cardigan, which is a couple of lbs. This earnestly pictorial style is also known as a curling sweater, or more awesomely, as a Lebowski sweater.

Anyway, the temperature has since climbed back up to 14°F/-10°C, so lady Gaia might have sobered up and forgiven me, but we'll see what happens when I post those other pictures.

*Totally not a real saying.