Because it means I still have this absolutely glorious treasure-in-wool, and am able to wear it very comfortably at 44, e'em though I'm quite actually twice the size I was then.
Wonders that never cease.
So. It did, in fact, hit.
And today I am wearing that same gorgeous cozy sweater. If you listen carefully, you'll hear that my Facebook is dinging away furiously with the fervert requests of my snow-deprived friends who crave pictures of our recent dumping-on of the white stuff. So I thought it would be fun to go outside and snap a quick few shots (a very few, because brrrr) to show y'all what I love to wear when Old Man winter comes to the prairie.
Taking these also gave me an opportunity to experiment with the brand new cordless remote I just got Wednesday for my Canon camera. Can you see it in my hand? It's soooo teeny and cute and plus, it works GREAT.
I wore this outfit under my enormous Land's End down jacket and snow pants to shovel the driveway this morning.
And later I wore it while cleaning all the poo off of Peabody after he went on a spelunking expedition in his poopy pull-up.
A sweater this fabulous deserves all the glamour I can muster up for it.
Also pictured are the adorable and toasty warm snow boots that Sorel sent me a few years ago to review, which I did here. (They still totally rock.)
Have a wonderful, winterful weekend, no matter what your weather, y'all!