I told my friend that fashion stopped mattering 20 degrees ago. Again, not necessarily true of the driving crowd, but when you have to bundle up for survival, you stop caring if your boots match your scarf or if the extra layers look too bulky. If you're warm, then it doesn't even matter. The cold ones of us keep it cold-weather fly (or super unfly) in fleeces, extra puffy coats, snow boots that look like we killed an animal, and other such attire.
Apparently, thinking like this puts me in good company with parents of small children. Indeed, the little people are the only other ones I see bundled to perfection, matching or not, albeit looking much cuter while doing it. I think part of the cuteness is that they have no choice, and you can see that in their confused faces. I remember being 6 or 7 and crying because my Dad told me I had to wear these fugly jeans lined with plaid-patterned fleece. Of course they had to be rolled up at the ankle for the cuteness (read fugliness) to have its full effect. It made me so mad - the struggles of not being able to choose your personal style!! But really, I wish I had those now. Sorry for the struggles, Dad. I would totally wear those now.
There are a lot of people who still do care about fashion in wintertime Boston, and look cold while doing it, but for the most part, I assume they're not full-time pedestrians or tiny tots. I say, at least in winter, lets relax the standard and redefine this whole "grown and sexy" thing... any takers?
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