Skirt. Sweater. (old, similar here, here and here.) Tights. Similar boots here and here. Coat. Bag. Sunglasses.
My husband and I have been in New England all week, so on Wednesday we headed into Boston and explored Beacon Hill. I’m trying to find out how many different ways you can say obsessed in the English language. I don’t think there ever was a more quintessential city Christmas scene than Beacon Hill in December. I was humming silver bells under my breath.
Years ago, when I was in college I took a Child Development class. I’m still not sure why that particular course was required; it had absolutely nothing to do with my major, but I took it nonetheless. One day, in the middle of a lecture on helping children interact with nature, my professor said: “There’s no such thing as inappropriate weather for children, just inappropriate clothing.” I don’t know why, but it was one of those random bits of advice you get in life that just stick with you, and it has come back to me over and over again in the past 13 years since I finished the course.