i’ve long been a winter-hater.
i was born playing favorites. i guess i could work on that, if i wanted, but i think i’m comfortable in my assertion that “i’ve just always been this way,” and there i rest.
(unless you want me to choose a favorite song, or vacation spot. or pair of shoes, or restaurant…)
okay, well, i’ve never liked winter, except for the fact that it gives me snowboarding. if i could snowboard every day, i’d like winter more. heck, i might love it, and start peppering my belongings with Never Summer stickers (i like them. they rock), and move to Colorado and work at a mountain and become an assimilationist quasi-hippie who’s dangerously close to becoming sucked into the mountain culture for-ev-er. i might begin to forget the demands of a world beyond quaint-and-cozy coffee shops and a small town full of misplaced wanderers who, like me, stumbled upon this valley nook and nestled in without realizing it until suddenly, they knew everyone in town on a first-name basis and could tell where people were by the bicycles propped up against buildings.

oh wait. i did that.
and it was fun. but i’d rather be a surf bum than return to the cold.

so this morning, while swarming with the other black-clad business-attired people in the Financial District on my way to blog work, i spotted (through the clouds of breath fogging my vision) a visual reminder of my distate for January’s personality:

no, not the store. Century 21 rocks my world (and is directly across from my office — right along with Sephora, 2 shoe stores, and my bank. pretty sweet). it was the smirking “22” that irked me. i considered throwing an icey snowball at its shiny face and showing it who was boss, but the city has a lot of spectators. plus, i’m not super confident in the fact that i might not throw like a girl.

but, to be fair, there are a fewwww things i enjoy about this frigid season, and i should pay homage to them amongst all my cold-bashing.
i’ve been excited about these this season:

bailey button uggs. i love them. if you don’t, don’t hate. just accept the fact that you should. and if you’ve never put them on your feet, you have no idea what you’re missing. trust me — your toes will thank you for treating them like queens.

and these:

remember wearing earmuffs as a kid? (any other ’80s kids out there?) these are like that, only better, because they’re not cheap plastic and they don’t mess up your hair or make you look like a martian. (okay, maybe that was because mine were turquoise.) they’re cute. they’re sleek. they’re warm. oh, and the best part — they’re fuzzy. ’nuff said.

flannel pjs. because who doesn’t like to feel snuggly & cozy?

i felt like i had more, but i guess this is it for now. all this trying to conjure up reasons to like winter is exhausting. i think i’ll go grab some blueberry coffee and listen to Josh Radin’s song “Winter”  — because that’s one amazing thing that came out of this season. and not just because he sings about a girl with blue eyes (really!).  just because this song rocks.