By now, we are all well-versed on the potential hazards posed by the record-breaking temperatures that have plunged the country into a deep freeze.
Just turn on the TV for a couple of minutes and you’ll be immediately terrified by the mighty wrath of the polar vortex.
There’s hypothermia and frostbite to combat and slipping and falling on icy surfaces to be avoided.
Power lines are falling and cars, trains and even airplanes are zigzagging all over the place.
Just this morning, I watched a clip on Good Morning America of cars skidding across highways and one video of a vehicle careening off an overpass and crashing onto a frozen pond below.
But perhaps the most critical issue that has been impacted by the subzero temperatures here in the Northeast is my sense of style.
It seems to have frozen.
I have gone from trying to look cute (well, most days) to trying to stay warm and cozy and I am here to report that those two criteria do not go hand-in-hand.
Case in point: I returned home from picking my little guy up from school yesterday afternoon and tried briefly to sit and work in the jeans and turtleneck sweater I was wearing. That lasted about 10 minutes.
I could not deal with the button, the zipper, the funnel gripping my neck or even my bra.
It’s like it’s so cold outside that I just want swath myself in fleece and eat pot roast.
So that’s what I did.
Since about 3:00 yesterday afternoon, I have been wearing this:
I ate soup in it, did some work in it, wasted time on Facebook in it and watched yet another episode of “The Americans” (which everyone needs to watch) in it and drank wine in it.
I took it off to sleep and put it back on this morning. I suppose I’ll have to change out of it again to exercise later because that would be weird.
But now I’m thinking that if the weather this winter stays as cold and snowy as it’s already been, it could just become a fashion staple. My go-to work-from-home ensemble.
My older children were a little more skeptical when they saw their mother emerge from her room wearing essentially a onesie.
“You’re a grown woman,” observed my 21 year old.
There could be some downsides, like, I almost had a heart attack when the doorbell rang yesterday afternoon (thankfully just the UPS guy who drops and goes). And then I was slightly mortified when some of the items I was grabbing out of the mailbox slipped and fell to the ground. I had been trying to just reach my arm out the front door so as to not have to expose my neighbors to the horror of the cheetah suit and then found myself dashing down the front steps and diving through shrubbery to grab the errant mail.
Is this what things have come to? If this is what cold weather does to me, I can’t imagine what I’ll be wearing during the Zombie Apocalypse.
Michonne will have nothing on me.
Back in the day, I would be slightly concerned about what I wore to drive the kids to school each morning. What if I got into an accident or was stopped by the police? Forget clean underwear. At the very least, I always made sure I was wearing a bra. Or a very big coat.
But had something gone awry during this morning’s early and icy ride to the local high school, the paramedics would have had to have sliced through this getup:
And it makes me wonder, as I pass all the other parents carting their kids to school, am I the only one who has foregone style, and a bra for that matter, for comfort?
Has style taken a backseat to staying warm for you this winter?
Because God knows, my former sense of style is sitting in the third row today. Wearing headphones.