Winter is not for me. Between my multi-layers making me look as if I’ll tip over and cheeks that may never need blush again, I’ve had it.
The snow with its blustery wind may have put me over the edge.
I had a near cyber catastrophe on Friday in the midst of the storm. For some mysterious reason I woke up and hit Mackeeper on my computer thinking a little laptop clean-up might be a good idea.
It’s a new year after all.
BUT I WAS WRONG, SINCE ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
In a panic, I called the Genius Bar at the Apple Store who said to come in ASAP. Hiking 20 blocks in that blizzard, a cute guy named Giles, fixed the problem primarily by getting rid of Mackeeper who should keep his two cents to himself.
Come to find out it’s not even a Mac product.
So there I was trudging through snow drifts my Mac wrapped in plastic. I could have used a sled and a dozen dogs; Thin girl of the Yukon, in Polo of course.
How I long for warmer weather.
I want to wear a T-shirt and no bra…a pair of tights or capris that show off my ankles with a pair of J Crew Viv patent leather flats I haven’t bought yet. 198.00 bucks in assorted colors like bright persimmon and rococo red.
Feast your eyes on the Jaguar of shoes…drool if you must.
My biggest decision will be what color to choose. How will I ever decide since they remind me of the gelato at Sant Ambroeus that’s almost as pricy.
I could always just go for basic black so shiny and lacquered you could see your nose in the toe. Audrey Hepburn comes to mind in Sabrina and Roman Holiday, Paris When It Sizzles and Love In The Afternoon.
I’m tired of ski socks and long underwear, wellies and hats…especially hats that crush my hair and give me a headache.
Spring, where are you? You haven’t called or written…I keep thinking you’ll pop in for the weekend just to give us a little break.
How bout it..hmm…
can I lure you here for a coupla days?
You’ll be making a thin girl so happy…and we could sit outside somewhere since knowing you you’ll bring a breeze to blow that hat right off my head.
You’ll marvel at my new shoes that if I knew you were coming, I’d run out and buy the second the store opens.
What’s a couple hundred smackers if it means spending time with you.
I’ll even pick up the tab. What are you drinking these days anyway?
A Tequila Sunrise, an Orange Blossom?
I like New York in June, how about you?