Ugh Winter

I want to make a line of winter hats that say “I’m not really this fat. I’m just wearing a ton of layers. Winter, ya’know?”

Some of you may know that I’m not a born and bred ‘merican. I was born in the Caribbean, spent a few years in Chile, and then was plopped in Boston just in time to enter grade school. I wasn’t made for this weather! Doesn’t matter than I’ve been here 20+ years, my genes ache for the humidity and heat of the tropics. So in the winter, I layer. I’m talking long johns or fleece stockings, thick socks (or two if I can get away with it), pants, and knee high boots. Not to mention a tank top, a long sleeved undershirt, and a sweater. At least. Skirts require two pairs of fleece tights and thigh-high socks. And yes, this is all topped off with my Michelin Man puffy coat.

Right around this time of the year, I get real tired of it. The layers, the pants that won’t zip because I’ve stuffed two other pants underneath them, and feeling like I might Hulk out of my coat because I’m wearing four or five shirts.┬áSo…this is what you wear when you can’t bear the thought of anymore layers and you just want to wear your skinny jeans without feeling like a busted can of biscuits. Look, that’s the smile of someone whose thighs aren’t crying.

Surprise! I'm only wearing knee high socks under here!

sweater – Vince
tee – American Apparel
jeans – Levi’s
necklace – vintage
sneakers – DSW