I am so bored of talking about how awful the weather is right now (though I REALLY sympathize for those of you in the Midwest), but I can't just post a picture of myself with bare legs and walk away from it in the middle of a POLARVORTEX, can I? That unexpected 60-degree day we had following a blizzard a couple of weeks ago seems like a distant memory, now. At least I have a solid outfit I can put into rotation when the weather comes around again, right? I might need to make a quick escape for warmer pastures. I didn't have any travel on my horizons for the next couple of months, but there's only so much wind-slapping-to-the-face I can take. Plus, I miss prancing around in sheer paneled skirts and bare legs. Who doesn't?
Winter escapes (and by that I mean, escapes from the winter - not to a mythical winter wonderland) are really, really good for the soul - and I'm currently kicking myself for not having planned one in advance. Did a native California girl really expect to go the entirety of winter without living the freezing tri-state? New Orleans, here I come.