I took this photo several years ago when I lived in San Francisco
The photo features a bus passing by the Embarcadero neighborhood. At the time of taking the photo I thought it was incredibly cold. I wore gloves and a hat and couldn’t warm up. I was not quite miserable, but approaching. It was windy.
Now that I live in the Boston area I have a completely different attitude about cold. Do I need to wear the thick puffy long coat, or the thicker and even warmer puffy long coat? Do I need to wear the slush-proof boots, or will regular boots suffice? Will the subway station be flooded? Will the sidewalks be passable? Will I be stuck in a blizzard if I go into the office? Checking weather has more significant implications on my routine.
Since moving to Boston I have developed a winter uniform
When I first moved here I wanted to be fashionable in the winter. I thought puffy coats were silly-looking and made everyone look shapeless. Now, I think they are fantastic. The technology for keeping out the cold is amazing.
My winter uniform:
- Standard long black puffy coat (what everyone wears)
- Blazer and scarf
- Fleece leggings and skirt
- Knee-high boots (or sometimes Uggs)
- Leather gloves
- No hat unless it’s really cold, because my headphones double as earmuffs and I keep the hood up
- A hat and a hood if it’s really cold
It’s a tricky balance to wear something outside that will be suitable for the office. I tried wearing pants because I thought they’d be more suitable for snowy weather, but they required a belt and were generally uncomfortable. I have been a no-pants person for many years now and I can’t go back.
What’s your winter uniform?
Sunset at the corner of Boylston St. and Dartmouth St. in Boston. Posted in response to the weekly photo challenge corner.
The weekly photo challenge is “cherry on top”. I think the ivy on this old church in Copley Square, Boston really makes the building interesting. I’m not a church-goer but I do think the old stone architecture is beautiful.
This post is for the weekly photo challenge: Cherry On Top
Snow on my deck the day after the snowstorm! They let the snow pile up really thick before they shovelled it off. I think I can make a full-blown snowman or two out there.
Footprints in the snow.
I found this snowman in a nearby park in the south end. I love the attention they paid to his coiffe:
San Francisco to Boston, the long way
To get from San Francisco to Boston, I took a six thousand mile circuitous route through many national parks. I started in mid July 2013 from San Francisco, having sold or given away all my furniture, and rolled into the Boston area during rush hour on August 17. I travelled alone because I like to eat on my own schedule, pee on my own schedule, fill the gas on my own schedule. I don’t like chatter in the car while I’m trying to drive. I’m in the zone when I drive. I concentrate. I hiked alone except when there might be grizzly bears. Maybe I’m a loner? I don’t know but I had a blast. I was never afraid. I took precautions regarding wildlife.
My first destination was Lassen Volcanic National Park in California. It was full of evergreens and redwoods typical of the forest you’d see in California. I took a longish hike in new boots, luxuriating in the hot weather outside of the city.