You do a little jig.
Not out of happiness, but out of neccesity. Because it's hellishly cold. And all your limbs are about to freeze over. And a member of the Donner Party is eye-balling you because he/she wants to eat your arm for dinner.
|Sweater: H&M//Pants: AG Jeans via Anthropologie//flats: Sam Edelman|
(I was singing in the right picture. Probably to the tune of Destiny's Child- Survivor.)
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