Christmas has come and gone, but the weather has finally decided to get into the holiday spirit a tad too late and a tad too enthusiastically for my taste. Temperatures have dropped to the low 20s, but the killer is the wind off of the Hudson River, which rips through your skin like the razor sharp teeth of a demoniac ice hound.
That is, unless of course, you have a long winter coat. Gone are the days when a North Face fleece was sufficiently warm while jogging between my car and the garage or high school building.
The keys to staying warm are: a hat (as much as I hate to admit it since hat hair is never a flattering feature on me), a coat that is log enough to cover your butt and thighs (preferably a full length extending all the way down to your ankles), gloves (mittens are actually a thousand times warmer, but am adamant in my refusal to give in on the account that they completely eliminate any dexterity), and foot coverage (lots of women wear black uggs to work for a more inconspicuous appearance, but if you insist on wearing cute flats do so at least with some kind of socks or warm leggings).
As a disclaimer, these are all things that my mother had constantly told me while I was growing up...unfortunately, it took a self-diagnosed case of hypothermia and what felt like (but probably wasn't) frostbite in order for the message to click.
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