Barely a week into Winter and Mother Nature and that bastard coconspirator Old Man Winter are already disrespecting the streets with that wretched white shit, also known to those who don't have to shovel it as snow.
And to think, I was bitching and moaning about how cold it was when I wore this little number to StyleCaster's State of the Style Summit in NYC in October. Now in hindsight, that 59 degree day seems balmy in comparison to this Artic ice box.
At least that ratchet, insert expletive here, because there are so many that come to mind, especially if you're in the middle of the country, and you're getting your ass handed to you, figuratively speaking of course, because anything else would be disturbing at best and should involve law enforcement, but I digress.
At least Mother Nature and her sidekick Old Man Winter could've worked up to blizzard conditions, because this ungrateful being who took for granted beautiful Fall days is not ready to deal with frigid temperatures, sideways wind, or those yellow ass patches of snow where Fluffy saw fit to express himself.
I'm not about that life, and I promise if those two knock it off, I'll savor the moments and enjoy the small things before they're gone.
Have a great weekend! Thanks for stopping by<3
**BTW, to see the crazy amout of snow that I got already check out my Instagram and follow me @ClosetFix