While I was in England, the temperature stayed in the low forties most of the time, meaning that I, who had packed light sweaters and a heavy overcoat, spent most of my time walking briskly and being overheated. I was not happy about that. No need to tell me that I could walk more slowly–Sydney already made such a futile endeavor. So I’m glad to be back in the land of real cold. Thus, the ode to the scarf:
It was five degrees when I walked across campus this morning, so the scarf was around my hair and over my ears, keeping me from frostbite and making me feel like a movie star attempting disguise (which is quite funny, given that I live in “rural” Ithaca). Later this morning the scarf will be wrapped around my person, making up for the slight damp and draft of my office. And even later this morning the scarf will be draped around my shoulders, lending pretty gold and cobalt to my otherwise black-and-gray attire and cluing my students in to the fact that I’m the lady with the syllabi and the grades. Yes, I really do rely on a scarf to separate “teacher” from “students,” but as it seems to work, I won’t complain!