My first winter in St. Louis has been...weird, so far. The weather here is so temperamental, I honestly don't even believe the forecasts anymore. One day, it's sunny and in the 50s. The next, it's Dante's Ninth Circle of Hell. This waffling usually doesn't bother me too much, except for the fact that I now have to drive on the highways to get to work everyday. Fellow commuters will (hopefully) understand that just the right mix of snow and wind is enough to discourage any worker, no matter how dedicated they are, from going to work. I'm hoping that the rest of the winter will be mild and ice-less, at least, so I can rest a little bit easy while driving.
So... this red scarf. I have repeatedly resigned and then dug it out of my "to donate" pile multiple times. I decide to give it away because I think it's a little too plain, but then I dig it right back up since I think it adds just the right amount of pop to the monochromatic outfits I seem to wear at least once a week these days. I blame my waffling attitude on this waffling winter weather. And the dearth of waffles in my house.