Winter and I have a strange relationship. I battle the cold, but welcome it at the same time. I am that person who wants to kick up the heat so she can still wear just a tee and shorts inside. I am complicated, I know.
Logic seems to escape me in cold weather. Cover up, they say! It’s cold, they scream! But if my legs spend one more day in pants, I fear that my knees will suffocate and my feet will finally rebel against wearing socks because my toes long to be free.
Most people hate this up-and-down weather we always have, where you wake up to a warm day and go home to freezing temperatures and blistering winds. Me? It keeps me on my wardrobe toes. It requires me to think and plan more about layering and the “what ifs.” I am guaranteed to complain about it endlessly, but I secretly (though now not so secretly) enjoy it.
