We live in an icebox. While the 20" of snow that fell furiously on New York City is now gone, the 17" that fell on Minneapolis has created a landscape that recalls Neptune, the planet farthest from the sun and deprived of all warmth and comforting light, littered with dirty white hills of ice.
So, I am holding my energy like a tantric practice, trying not to burst, until Lee and I leave for Rome nine weeks from today. Yep, Rome. Never been there. Can't wait. For a month. It will be springtime in Rome then.
I am captured by images of Spring Fashion as I consider how to pack ONE BAG for a month. Yikes. Shoes alone could take a bag. A boot, a heel, a walking shoe, my clogs, my slippers. Jeesh.
Here are some great looks from this month's Vogue. They give me hope when I look out my window.