Sometimes I have no idea why I live in Boston. Sometimes the cold is so unbearable that I think anyone who lives here, including myself, are just a bunch of masochists who believe full body parasthesia from just 5 minutes outside qualifies as a dandy good time. Sometimes Florida, Hawaii, or So-Cal sound like heavenly permanent vacations. But then I re-gain my senses and realize...I hate the sun, I probably will never understand tanning, and I only like beaches when they're blue and gloomy. So how does this Bostonian get through these winters? Coffee, scarves, hot tea, creative endeavors (indoors though), lots of food, great indoor lighting, fresh flowers, and RETAIL THERAPY. Today was a good day for the latter (-2 degrees outside today!).
Pour moi
Crazy fierce lace up and buckle riding boots
...Et pour mon petit ami
Crazy fierce Balenciaga fur trim military jacket