The Fickleness of Fall

Here in Utah, Fall typically has trouble deciding what season it really wants to be. The result is an incredible and often surprising juxaposition of Fall and Winter. One day you have snow, frigid temperatures, and need to slap on a coat and scarf before you should even think about stepping out the door. The next day, it's 65 degrees and sunny; not a cloud in the sky. Or even somedays, in an unbelieveable display of weather schizophrenia, there is snow on the ground in the morning, and by late afternoon the sun is blazing and you find yourself wondering why you're lugging around a heavy coat and not wearing shorts.

The only obvious solution is to stay in bed (or maybe just putt around the house) until the weather has finally reached a decision of what it wants to be that day.

It goes without saying that should one decide to slough around at home, she would need a good pair of slippers. These are the ones I desire for the unpredictable days that are predictably ahead:

{muk luk nordic toggle slipper boots}

I'd love either the grey or purple ones. Someone please inform my husband, seriously, there are a lot of crazy weather days ahead. A girl's gotta be prepared.