Homeless chic

I’ve started a new trend.

Ok, so maybe that’s a little too sweeping of a statement. A trend implies others are following your lead and exhibiting similar behavior. So far, it’s just me.

But I think what I’m doing could be a new trend. I’m calling it homeless chic. I’ve been forced to find creative ways to stay warm in my new sub-freezing climate. As I have yet to develop the steely skin of a northerner or a wardrobe of perfect-for-every-cold-occasion clothing items, I have started to create some ensembles that are, well, truly unique.

On one recent evening, I may have been wearing red plaid pajama bottoms, an over-sized potato sack of a white sweatshirt with a lovely chocolate stain embellishment on the chest (What? Am I supposed to ignore the Chocolate Thin Mint ice cream calling my name in the freezer?), complete with a leopard-print Snuggie and my purple fingerless gloves. As I reached a fingerless-gloved hand from the warm depths of my Snuggie to grab something from Russ, my beloved significant other looked at me fondly and said: “You know you look like a homeless person, right?” To which I replied, “Why, yes dear; it’s the look for which I have been tirelessly striving.”

I’m pretty sure I’m going to give it a spin out in the real world pretty soon. And then it’ll only be a matter of time before it really catches on. I mean, think about it, it’s such a great concept: you don’t have to worry about matching, you don’t have to worry about accessorizing, you don’t have to worry about anything.

I challenge you to channel your inner homeless chic too. If you’re able to muster the courage to do so in a public setting, do let me know.