What the hell. Seriously. I knew I was in for winter weather, and I’ve been in winter weather –> snowboarding in Tahoe for the past decade-plus. I’ve been in slush conditions so wet that boarding down the mountain it felt like the snow was grabbing onto my snowboard, sucking it down. None of this has prepared me for my first nor’easter storm, hot on the heels of Hurricane Sandy. What is up with this rain snow sleet wet-gloppy-masses-of-half-frozen-snow pelting me on my 20 min walk to the subway (thanks to Sandy cutting the D train short). I swear, there was no direction you could head in where the snow-rain-slush was not coming at you head-on, sticking to every surface, drenching you underneath the new mounds of snow collecting on your half frozen body. When I finally got in the door of the apartment, B ushered me to the bathroom to stand and drip while I peeled the layers off. 
Before all this I was at school, hugging my space heater, cozy as heck in my super warm sweater dress, wearing my “wtf” face.
jacket and boots: last year’s h&m – sweater dress: 3 years ago’s gap – tights: uniqlo – rain/snow/sleet/slush boots: hunter, on sale from nordstrom rack – rain coat: last year’s anthropologie, also here and here
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