It’s a frosty 33 degrees here today, which I know for you mid-westerners out there must sound like summer vacation weather but for Austin, it’s flippin’ cold. Since even in the winteriest (just play along and pretend that’s a word, please) years we still only get about 2.5 weeks total (the entire year) of this type of shiverment (can also be spelled: shiiiiiiverment), we Austinites tend to not always be properly prepared. Case in point, the only warm jackets I own were purchased in 2007 solely for the purpose of leaving Texas for a January, Northeastern book tour and Vermont Craftstavaganza Holiday Special tv shoot. These jackets while very useful during the below-freezing circumstances of yesteryear however, today, are only partially competent. It appears that the morphing body shapes involved in impending babydom are unbefitting for an otherwise perfectly acceptable puffy coat. Stuffed into the garment (which stays on thanks only to one, over-achieving snap), I look vaguely like that kid from A Christmas Story…if he were to dress-up now (as a 30-something man) in that same, child’s snowsuit. The glamor, has left the building. Oh, and apparently so has the vanity (see picture below).
Not that I would be able to find an attractive preggie coat, should I want to invest in one.
Bear with me for a moment as I rant…