Do As the Olsens Do

Mother Nature’s been more than a bit moody lately (that time of month?), unpredictable in her temperament. More often than not, however, it’s been a cross between relentless rain and torrential downpour, and, more often than not, I’m caught, surprised, umbrella-less and dressed hardly appropriate to defend myself from sloppy, musky, pellets of wetness. This typically happens when I have an insatiable thirst for, specifically, Starbuck’s soy hazelnut latte or desperately need to haul my derrière to some amazing sale.

Do as the Romans do, as they say, but I say do as the Olsens would. Oversized, open-knit sweater, leggings, leather bomber and Hunters for the ultimate survival gear against the Great Mother’s mood swings. For too long I couldn’t quite bring myself to wearing rubber boots, resorting instead for a leather engineer as the closest thing to a weatherproof shoe. But for fear of ruining nice boots, and one too many days spent with sopping socks, I’ve gotten off my high horse and took the plunge.

There’s no deterring me from whatever sale awaits me greedy little paws, m’am. And just so you know—nothing can ever come between me and my Starbucks addiction.

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xx

P.S.: Speaking of (imaginary) sales. Found my approximation of the infamous Jimmy Choo for Hunter Wellies at a Lord & Taylor outlet. Croc-embossed Sperry Pelican Topsiders that make me and my wallet perfectly happy.