>> Wednesday, January 13, 2010
First of all, every year around this time I start getting supremely annoyed with the kajillion companies that send me clothing catalogs. Why? Because I don't want to idly flip open the first page and see this:
Or THIS while I'm contemplating how many layers I need to put on in order to sit still in the house for a few minutes without goose bumps:
Do these catalogs work? They must. Otherwise they wouldn't use them. But in Upstate New York in January, these don't make me want to buy their clothing. They make me want to run screaming from such scanty little tops and toe baring straps. All I can think about is the systemic shock of stepping into a snowbank in sandals. Alternatively, they make me contemplate moving to a warmer climate, to someplace where the concept of spring is not roughly 5 months and 65" of snow away.
While we're on the subject of snow, though, allow me to observe that this post's title applies to the following sequence of photos as well.