So, it has finally thawed out a bit enough to actually wear real clothes. Real clothes meaning not hoards of sweaters tucked under a coat with 2 pairs of leggings and jeans on top.
I told Tony as we were grocery shopping that I wanted to wear a laurel crown at our (eventual and in no means impending) wedding. At first, he has no idea what a laurel wreath was, but once I started to explain, he suddenly went "Oh, like Caesar!" I wasn't really going for a Roman dictator, but sure, like Caesar.
Just a short little outfit for the day, I have a long and grueling day ahead of me.