Yesterday, I experienced my first snowy day in New York City, which inadvertently forced me to come to the realization that I have absolutely nothing to wear in my closet to survive the upcoming winter. Growing up in California, the biggest weather change I’ve ever experienced was when I moved to Oregon, aka “The Rainy State,” to get my B.A.
At first, dressing for snow yesterday was fun. I wore my cheetah print Stuart Weitzman rainboots, my Nanette Lepore thick oversized beanie and my warmest pea coat, staple items in my closet that I had rarely worn. Yet, midway through the day, I realized my outfit was a mediocre attempt of winter-wear.
As I walked home, facing the 32* and snowy, windy and snowy, wet and snowy weather, my freezing head angrily compiled a list of winter items I would need to purchase to survive the upcoming winter (I mean, I barely made it through the first snow fall in November).
*cover photo courtesy of Harpers Bazaar from Uptown Twirl