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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Central American Chic

Woke up this morning to bone chilling, teardrop freezing, utterly frigid temps. A balmy 8 degrees here in Boston today (and no, that does not factor in the wind chill… ahhh the wonders of winter in New England!).
In preparation for the commute to work I pulled on my long underwear, layered myself ad nauseaum, wrapped 2.3 scarves around my neck, and headed off into the Arctic morning air.
Channeling Randy from A Christmas Story ("I can't put my arms down!") I trudged through the snow and ice, a lumbering mass of winter gear…the small opening for my eyes, the only visible sign of human life amid hats, mittens, jackets....the ice man cometh?
I was suddenly struck with a pang of longing for any sense of fashion I once possessed. Gone are the crisp days of fall. Hand knit sweaters, cutesy leg warmers... cider and rosy cheeks have wretchedly been replaced by bulky down coats, polar fleece and a perpetual red running nose.
Sigh...I obviously do not meet winter with the finesse of a stylish snow bird cruising the aspen slopes....and no, I do not inspire the elegance of fur hatted, diamond encrusted, icy cool Russian heiress. I am layers if thermal and wool, hat matted hair, and tissues. Hibernation seems a viable option at times like these....clever, clever bears.

How does one lift the spirits? On this blustery Friday morning, I am comforted (and dare I say warmed) by fact that in a mere week I am lucky enough to be southward bound - catching a red eye flight towards blissful beaches of Costa Rica. I will survive the commute with thoughts of what is yet to come.....A packing list is forming with each booted step taken. Soon there will be exposed toes....bronzed skin.... coral and turquoise.... flowing light cotton....salt spritzed hair....fresh squeezed juice.

Central American Chic to beat the winter blues. Salivate over this my darlings (me thinks the icicle hanging from my lip may be drool)... courtesy of a stylish friend...a comrade in arms, braving the sub freezing temps of the Pacific North West:
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