Earlier this week it was in the 80’s here in Austin. This morning we got up and it was 27.5. My middle child (who is part Canadian) had to be convinced to put pants on. And a winter coat. Well, any coat really. I’m feeling a little like I’ve been tricked – you see, Baby Girl’s new winter coat is in NYS. “No, Mom, she wont need it for forever so don’t bother to mail it. Just bring it down at Christmas.” Instead she wears a sweatshirt, a sweater, and a lined jacket that is too small. And a hat, everyone has a hat.
Meanwhile I’m trying to dress myself and get some use out of my sweaters and cold weather things. So into the closet I go, looking for a dressy scarf to go wtih my sweater. Now I’m just hoping it looks funky-cool and not funky-who-let-her-out-of-the-house. Oh well, I’m sure I’m not nearly as cold and am better prepared than nearly all our neighbors. Except maybe the neighbors with the Alaska plates on their car.