I won't be talking about shopping here, although part of this sweater obsession has resulted in me being constantly on the lookout for sweaters. And there are some very nice sales out there, my sweater wardrobe is expanding.
The past few weeks in Denver have been chilly. The temperature varies between cold and most extremely cold, and I just can't seem to get warm. This isn't entirely unusual for me, I've always been found heating my bum near the fire, or cuddled up under as many blankets as can be spared. But this year, instead of just dealing with the cold as I've usually done (and in the past I've eventually learned to get used to the cold) I seem to fear the cold. I take extra precautions against the possibility of getting a chill. Each morning I put on at least two layers, top to bottom. If this keeps up, I'll need to buy half my clothes in a larger size, just so I can fit everything underneath. And still, if you believe, with my thickest and nicest long underwear bunched up under my sweaters and pants, I am still cold. Is there some point where too many clothes provide the opposite effect? Perhaps there is a kinetic battle going on between all my layers, and the cold is winning.
I spend a great deal of time at work lately, and the temperature there is never pleasant. I'm still unable to determine if it's colder than most places, or if I'm just the exception. The other workers seem to be split; sometimes they are wearing their coats and scarves, other times they complain of being too hot. Me, I'm sometimes so cold my nose starts dripping.
And outside, I won't be found without my long down coat. Of course, with all my layers on under the coat, I'm starting to feel like Ralphie's younger brother in A Christmas Story--my arms sticking out straight from the sides of my body, and me waddling around like a fat little duck.
This morning I awoke to a wet ground. It seems that rain fell overnight. This is highly unusual for Colorado this time of year. Yet it makes me feel like spring is around the corner. Maybe my being too cold is psychological. Maybe now I can believe I'll be warm once again.
