As I type this, I am struggling with the sniffles, a runny nose and a hacking cough (sexy, I know).
Much to my chagrin, my body decided to catch a cold this New Year's Eve.
I guess that's what happens when you decide to walk downtown to work on your photography... without a coat.
It was about 60 degrees yesterday when I set out with my camera... with only a top and a silk pashmina around my neck (before you ask, I had jeans on, too). By the time I started walking back from downtown... the temperature probably had dropped to the mid 50s.
Now I may spend New Year's Eve in bed, wearing flannel pajama pants and a mud mask.
So much for my Fun Clothes and the Pink Wig.