Ah, March: the time of year when absolutely nothing makes sense. Yesterday, I lost an hour of sleep, went for a hike in the snow while wearing a tee shirt, and it was light outside until almost seven o'clock! Just a few days ago, my hands were actually freezing while I was attempting to fasten my bindings in order to snowboard down a hill near my house in the middle of a blizzard. Strange times around here, very strange times. While I will miss the snow, it was so nice to go outside without needing a coat of some sort.
I used to hate wearing turtlenecks because it's like, to quote Mitch Hedburg, "being strangled by a really weak guy all day." In addition to that, turtlenecks were always associated with the rebellious teens in my private high school who would layer them under their administrator-approved polo shirts in order to hide their (oh so gross!) hickeys. I've recently come to appreciate them. Especially when paired with stripes, it feels very Parisienne. (Hon, hon, hon.)