Like almost everywhere else, it's been so cold here. That being said, The New Yorker really hit the cover of this issue on the nose. It's perfect. The past few days have been spent cuddling pets, procrastinating on homework with giant snack platters and keeping warm with friends.
[My Sporty Spice-esque pants are c/o of my male friend whose house a bunch of us got snowed into on Saturday night. At first I made fun of them, but then I started to like them. That confused me a little because I've always identified more with Baby Spice.]