If you're in the District and have been outside in the past three hours, you well know we are in the midst of our first adorable snowfall.
Look, I know it's annoying, I know it's something you have to endure year after year, but you have to understand, as transplanted Upper Midwesterners, it's an implicit duty we have to relentlessly condescend to those who have only lived in temperate areas about just how gosh darn awful their Winter weather hardships are.
Thus, even though I long ago adopted a lightweight's tolerance when it comes to frigid temperatures, what you see outside will always be, to me, more adorable than it is any of the menacing adjectives I heard Mr. Weather Channel use this morning.
What is not particularly adorable, however, is the shag-carpet of salt I found installed on both the blacktop and sidewalk surfaces of my city this morning. I realize its function is to preempt whatever snowy shenanigans we DCers could get ourselves into with the half-inch of accumulation, but come on, city workers, there's gotta be a 5-1 salt-to-snow ratio on the corner of 17th and M.
In the name of stiletto preservation, I would make sure to get your 'Since I don't (yet)' regulars weather-proofed (any of the cobblers mentioned here will surely provide this service), and if you happen to be
Hot Redhead Lawyer someone who only owns 'Sugar Daddy' shoes, bless your heart and please to boot your commute and carry those precious pairs in a securely zipped-up shoulder bag.
Because we all remember what happens to salty shoes, right?