I recently read this editorial in the Chicago Tribune about the differences between urban snow and, well, non-urban snow. I think my favorite line is:
Urban snow is what we have here, now. It is snow where it does not belong, where it is dangerous, incongruous and despised, like an urban coyote or an urban cowboy. No one ever wrote “Stopping by ‘L’ Platform on a Snowy Evening.”
But I thumb my nose at the slushy, wet, gray snow currently blanketing much of the city. I wore my white pants. Well, they’re technically winter white or cream or off-white or whatever you want to call them. Many people fear white pants when the weather is perfect. And it’s definitely a risk to wear them when the chances of getting snow sludge on them is high. Still, I can let the snow beat me or I can beat the snow!
I choose the latter.
Especially since I came across this photo on Pinterest and thought it looked really classy.
I mean, I could wait until spring to wear this outfit, but technically meteorological spring starts tomorrow so I figure that’s close enough. Sure, it’s still cold in Chicago. Sure, there’s still a chance of snow. But I’m declaring these my snow pants and I’ll wear them whenever I want.
Linking up with Texas Lovebirds
P.S. If Friday’s post is delayed it’s because I have a morning meeting at the zoo! I’m going to wait and try to get some photos there.