adventures, wanderings, and musings of an expat abroad...
Monday, December 10, 2012
When it's cold outside and I don't feel good and it's the weekend and I need to run a quick errand, I don't care what I look like. The sleeping-bag coat covers up my sweats and pajama top. A hat takes care of the hair I haven't washed. The boots and no make-up... well, let's just hope I don't run into anyone I know. I walked out the door on Sunday afternoon looking pretty OK for an Alaskan going to town. I didn't think it was a big deal until Will said, "I'm glad I'm not going with you." I guess I didn't look very European in my get-up. What can I say? When it's cold outside, the Alaskan in me comes out. That is one thing I miss about Alaska - it really does NOT matter what you wear or look like when you walk out the door. On a Sunday afternoon, it's exactly what I needed - a bit of home.
Alaskan Summer Clothing - good for fishing, shopping, and walking around town.
My hair is actually done here - there's a hair clip. Ya, I was that kid, along with every other kid in my class.