This should come as no surprise if you’ve been reading this blog faithfully and remember that I, Ollie Oof, was a Southern California girl up until June when I decided to uproot myself completely and move to Chicago. A city I’d never even visited before. A city that people everywhere were quick to tell me they adore, except for, you know, the weather.
I’m not saying I made a MISTAKE or anything. But the temperature just dropped approximately 20 degrees and I am slowly dying. Even my new pink and black-striped fingerless gloves aren’t cheering me up. My 22 years of surviving East Coast winters were wiped away after four measly years in LA’s perpetual summer.
As a result, I’ve spent all morning drooling over coats.
And wanting to shop here immediately.