notes from the commute
I realized, this week, that I love looking at everyone's boots and hats and scarves.
I love slopping through the slush and snow and walking to work.
I love the cold!
But we knew this.
I try to remember to look up from whatever I'm reading to check this view from the train each morning.
Boots are the order of the day. Week. Sorrels seem to be the most popular and are far more wearable than they used to be - I have an ancient pair that must weigh ten pounds.
I have discovered that my regular boots are the easiest to wear and, with wool socks, warm enough.
The most beautiful handbag, next to me on the train. I had just admired it when its owner spilled coffee everywhere (loose lid). Fortunately I had some tissues.
Look! A Maira Kalman bag!
Boots, boots, boots! (Those are the sequin hat sisters in beanies!)
Oh my. I was staring at these not-unattractive young ladies.
Great backpack. GREAT.
And then, one of my favorite parts of the day: tea and a scone at my desk before it all begins in earnest.
Seems I could switch from boots to sandals and skip shoes altogether.
I just bought a pair of Bogs which are not attractive, but super warm, slip on and off without messing with ties, buckles or zippers, and are completely waterproof. Our blizzard put them to the test yesterday and they passed with flying colors.
I must wear Hunter like boots a lot around here, when it rains a lot all stairs become wild rivers.
I watched The Grand Budapest Hotel last night.
I wasn't that impressed ...