There are a couple of things I learnt in the last two weeks:
– the meaning of ‘polar vortex’, a persistent, large-scale cyclone located near one or both of a planet’s geographical poles. Basically, an almost apocalyptic end of the world during which your brain seems to be freezing while walking and during which opening your mouth on the street could probably kill you if the cold air was getting into your lungs. New York is the worst place for that type of polar cyclone because you can no longer curse bad drivers and have to instead resort to roll your eyes from behind your winter burka.
– my immune system is actually stronger than I thought. How else can I explain surviving through nursing 3 sick children and serving as a human facial tissue for their mucus? I am IMMORTAL. Yeah!!!
This week marks a return to sufferable temperatures so silly me decided to flaunt season appropriate clothing such as…my Calvin Klein black shorties and a vintage light teal blouse hum 🙂 Of course, I ended up adding layers, here a Hydraulic faux-fur vest, a Pea in a Pod grey coat and a black knit beanie, to actually be able to go out. Got slightly over zealous. I also stopped combing my short hair. Jury’s still out on this one.
Note for the future: always check the state of your feet nails when wearing tights in case a sharp nail cuts into the nearby toe, which is atrociously painful. It is especially important if you are wearing a super super super tight body shaper, super super tight tights, super tight leggings, tight shorties…and a belt. That would save you a lot of time and lots of sweating!!!
redlipstickmama 
Congratulations on your immortality!
Cute outfit, too. I’ve never been game with the short shorts, for some reason (unless you count as a teenager).
Thanks! I always loved short shorts because I am so short (worst written sentence EVER) so there are not a lot of legs to show in reality. Plus I always found it fitted better with my awkwardness and clumsiness (e.g. Spreading my legs like a boy when sitting, bending in the middle of the street, falling with my legs in the air etc.) than say an above the knees skirts. The only problem is my legs are all bruised and scarred from my childhood as a tom boy and my bad choices in choreographed karaoke as an adult haha
Are there any *truly* bad choices when it comes to choreographed karaoke, or is it like sex and pizza (even when it’s bad it’s good)?
Is that sex and pizza at the same time?
LOL xo