winter

I love winter weather. Always have. It’s odd, I know, coming from someone born and raised in south Louisiana, where heat indexes make the news more often than wind chills. But spending seven-plus years in Connecticut and Ohio convinced me that I’ve got some inner Nordic. I can’t stand heat — that was honestly one of the biggest mental obstacles I had to overcome before moving to Dallas. (It was 112 degrees on the day of my job interview. The hotel I was staying at was exactly one block from my future place of employment, but I drove to the interview instead of walking. I knew that if I walked, I’d be reduced, Wicked-Witch-like, to a mere puddle by the time I arrived.)

5 thoughts on “winter”

  1. I think the thing that I was the most amazed by was summer of 2000 when we had the drought. It was one of those weekends where each day was 110+. As I got into my car I felt all the mucous in my head expand from the heat.
    I’ll take any kind of weather as long as I’m prepared for it. If I’m not, give me a blazing hot day any day of the week. The cold just hurts.

  2. For me – it’s all about the clothing. I love winter because you get to bundle all up and wear fabulous sweaters and coats. But then by the time summer comes around I’m ready to wear little sundresses again. 🙂

  3. Clothing is key, but I have the absolute worst sense of what to wear for the weather. I always end up in a t-shirt when it’s freezing outside or a heavy sweater when it’s 90.
    But I am happy to be able to break out the cold-weather gear I accumulated while livin’ up north.

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