I've said it before and I'll say it again (and the fact that I'm even using that phrase is dreadful proof I've become my father): I just love putting on all my favorite preppy things to power through winter, which is unfortunately my least favorite season.
Some people don't like their given names. I'm totally ok with Rebecca. But I really wish my birthday weren't in the middle of winter. Or any holidays, actually. Can't we just hibernate, please, and then party all summer? The truth is that I just kind of hate winter! I'm a little icicle for three months straight.
Guess what I actually hate more than anything else about winter? It's very specific and it just drives me crazy. I hate all the static electricity in the dry air. Every.single.time.I.exit.the.car. ZAP! I could seriously die of a heart attack. I have a million awkward strategies to avoid getting zapped. They rarely work. But they always look super desperate.
Aren't these boots just the best? I'm thinking about maybe not blogging about them for a change. I'm not sure I have that kind of self control, though, and they're pretty much my main distraction from the bitter nordic elements that have descended upon frigid northern California. Plus, I feel like a sugar plum fairy when I wear them. Bonus points!
If you celebrate the holiday that comes in December and isn't Hanukkah or Kwanzaa, have a good one. It's right around the corner. Thanks for reading!