Throwback to June’s “96 degrees in the shade“, but no hyperbole needed this time. It actually was ten degrees. I shot this and another outfit post (dropping sometime this week!) before realizing that this wasn’t actually how I wanted to die.
I don’t sacrifice comfort for fashion. As a lifelong northern New Englander, I can’t afford to. We didn’t have snow days; we had days it was so cold the buses couldn’t start. One day I’ll crow cantankerously to my grandchildren: I walked uphill both ways in a blizzard.
It’s essential to my morale, though, that I try to look good anyway. Dressing up sets the tone for my entire day. In these freezing, hidebound days, that means three pairs of tights, a longline bra, and hella woolens.
Tights, by the way, really are warmer than pants.
Blouse & skirt: ’50s vintage, via Barge Canal Market
Hat: ’40s vintage, via Fancy Lucky Vintage
Gloves: vintage, via Mainly Vintage
Everything else: thrifted