Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Grove Park Inn

As seen from my bedroom window.

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Yeah...I'm really roughing it here.
Its still cold, well to me anyway, and the novelty of wearing clothes is wearing thin. I feel so confined, like I'm always wrestling something just to move. I now understand the appeal of wearing sweats. (Please don't tell Stacey and Clinton.)

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

This must be quite an shift in climates for you. I remember going to New York once, in November, and I don't think I ever felt that cold in my entire life.
Wimpy California girl that I am! Then while living in France for two years, I wore turtle necks, something I would never dream of here.

The sweats are a slippery slope, because they are so comfy, yet I feel as if my husband would never see me dressed in actual clothes if I did this, since I do tend to spend a lot of time at home. So I stay in regular clothing in the house, which drives my daughter and my sister crazy!