winter fashions

This just in from Maure in Chicago:

It's 16 degrees outside. 4, with windchill. You'd think this would be reason enough to stay inside and devote time to online journaling (which appears to be going the way of my hardcopy journalling, which is, inevitably, to pot), but no! No, in fact, the lack of any trace of life-sustaining heat hasn't factored into my comings-and-goings in the least, except when it comes to my wardrobe. You can't imagine how fashionable three pairs of pants and several long-sleeved shirts layered under short-sleeved shirts layered under a sweater or sweatshirt, and then a coat, hat, gloves, and scarf (scarves, sometimes) can be. It's actually one of the things I really like about Chicago in Winter. Suddenly the city is populated with large, soft, pudgy, stuffed creatures who trundle jibblingly through the ice and wind and snow. It's really kind of disturbing and appealing at the same time. Like teddy bears grown human size, living normal human day-to-day lives in their squishy warm bundley bodies.