In the words of my illustrious ancestors, the Danes: Der findes intet der hedder dårligt vejr, kun dårligt påklædning - there is no bad weather, only unsuitable clothing.

In my almost 50 years of life, I have pretty much constantly found myself in proverbial unsuitable clothing for the seemingly ongoing proverbial bad weather I am blessed with.

I intend on working through some of my unsuitable clothing / bad weather combos as I try to figure out what it means to be a surgically menopausal woman who has never really been ok, slap-bang in the middle of a mid-life crisis.

Do follow along at home. Hopefully it will give you some peace knowing it’s tooootally worse for someone else (like, why am I even in a bikini right now?? It’s really cold.)

[Also, yes, these photos are indeed those that came with the template - it is what it is, what can I say…]