That’s what they’re for, right?
Yesterday, I got caught in the but this is summer so it’s warm madness that happens when we have our little May faux-summer and sometimes hangs around when the weather returns to it’s normal rotten self in time for Rose Festival. Thus caught up in the summer thing, I dressed for summer. I even forgot to put on socks with my sandals (this is the Northwest, gentle reader).
By the time I got home last night, I was cold. Really cold. And I just can’t seem to warm up much. And my nose is running. So today I’m wearing wool socks and a sweater. I’m a slow learner, but I can be taught.
True, my hair is wet and that contributes to my general coldness, but by the time I get to work it will be dry. I’ve found that the heater vents in my car can do double-duty as a blow drier in a pinch. The thought would probably horrify my long-suffering stylist, Carla. So let’s not tell her, eh?
Pics of the baby socks (hopefully) tomorrow.
