I’ve been asked more than once if I dress Jeremy. The answer is no, I don’t. “But you at least pick out his shoes to buy, right?” Nope, I don’t do that either. The truth is, Jeremy is a grown-ass man completely capable of dressing himself. And, in fact, I find that when I try to impose my own sense of style on him it falls flat or looks forced in comparison.
But I do love it when his ensemble coincidentally coordinates with one of our nephew’s outfits.
I just caught news that it’s supposed to blizzard tomorrow. My skin is sunkissed from a weekend full of bare shoulders and highs in the 70s – it was as if Spring paid us a surprise and temporary visit just to say “how do you like me now!?” Now I’m having to shift gears and make sure we’re stocked up on food and other various blizzard supplies (like blankets, board games, wine and beer). I suppose Winter has its perks too.