Welcome to the icy tundra. I don’t know about where you are, but here in New York City, locals are lamenting the temperatures, calling it the coldest winter in years. It seems like everyone in the city is resigned to wearing puffy jackets & waterproof ski pants until spring. I am no better than the rest of the masses — my style has been a true casualty, dangerously teetering most days between a pair of pajamas & something I like to call “dumpling-wear”. Cold, schmold — unfortunately, life goes on.
