Somewhere between the forties and the present, I accidentally bought a pair of boots that I loved and which actually kept my feet warm. It opened up a whole new world!
That sad but true autobiographical moment led to the purchase last week of a couple of warm-as-toast, soft-as-kittens, colourful-as-all-getout tops with hoods, and amazingly, little thumbholes 2 inches from the end of the sleeve, so that I can cover my hands up to my knuckles if I want to. And I do want to.
Let me tell you some of the perils. Keyboarding is fine except for the keys you usually hit with the two fingers furthest from your thumb. Dishwashing, counter-cleaning, safe coffee-drinking and brushing your hair are all out. Applying makeup is doable but hazardous, but that doesn't seem to make as big a difference as it once did. Coffee-making is also out, but if you have my handy-dandy husband, that doesn't seem to matter very much.
I'm waiting now for Joe Fresh, the fashion-forward Loblaw's line, to make sweatpants I can hook my big toe through to make up for the way I don't like slippers.
Wind: NW at 24 km/h