I felt like a real northeasterner and not a fake one. I am no longer that northeastern transplant who grumbles and groans when the weekly forecast appears on the screen (computer screen – I don’t own a television). It’s winter kids and I’m starting to get into it. When I heard that there was a nor’easter on the way, I thought, “Come on. Hit us hard!” I remember iterating such thoughts when I was a Floridian (notice how I used the past tense) and news of a hurricane headed for the state popped up. This winter has been cold enough that when the snow has fallen, it sticks, stays white, and doesn’t turn to gray mush. It’s pretty and I don’t mind that the holidays are not coinciding with the cold. Now, who would have thunk this Florida gal would have said such a thing? Not I, no, not me.
I know you know that I’ve been patterning and sewing lingerie lately but what you don’t know is that I am also making something grand to wear over my underthings. I love being twenty five because engagement parties and weddings are thrown year round, which means I have occasions to dress up, way up, every couple of months. One of my best girlfriends got engaged over the holidays and as one of her bridesmaids, I can’t skip out on her engagement party, which will be in late March and in Florida. Never mind the cost of airlines, what to wear to the occasion was my first thought. I’m thinking red and a bottom opening measuring sixty plus inches.