Jan 8, 2015

Notes from the Beige Cage (A Winter Reflection)

I kind of like these brutally cold days, because no one expects me to wear heels or have perfect hair. Bundling up and looking cute is an easy art form to master. Moreover, the biting cold is a wonderful excuse to avoid exercise and social obligations, opting instead for hot tea, fatty carbs, and book after glorious book.


It is only when I have occasion to wear a dress that I regret these weeks of hibernation. Tights are the brainchild of Satan, and no amount of self-delusion can persuade me that my skin is porcelain-like, not pasty.

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