I’ve never really been prepared, fashion-wise, for rainy days. I like the rain, and I typically don’t mind getting a little wet. But, this morning… me no likey. It was pouring, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of cold, wet feet, a soaked maxi dress, and dripping locks. Problem was I didn’t have an umbrella. I grabbed a 10-year-old rain coat (I don’t much like pink, by the way), the free rainboots we got from Marnie Rocks during last year’s Plaza Style event, and some Tupperware for my head. Laugh if you must, but please note: though I don’t know how many times I was snickered at on my way to work, I arrived as dry as a martini.
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