I was walking down the street this morning on my way to the subway when a little girl did a double take at me, her mouth hanging open in some combination of awe and fear.
I stopped to take stock of my appearance (which, let's be honest, I tend to kind of ignore between November and April).
Ridiculous age-inappropriate snow boots that match both my Superman-blue dress and my bright red coat? Obviously, check.
Gloves that look like lobster claws trimmed with Elmo? Check.
No wonder that little girl stared at me. I look, essentially, like this:
I'm like a Centaur, only more awesome because I have a sweet Color Belt and percussion skills.