Sketch ’o the day, February 4th

Winter.
She snarled at the heavy boots in front of her. An inch away from stomping on them, she resigned and picked them up. Every day the same routine. Feet with thick, woolly socks on pressed into those thick-soled, heavy boots. Then an itchy scarf, wrapped twice around her neck. A large fluffy jacket, very inelegant, adding several pounds to her figure. And a choice, either the fluffy jacket’s hood or an even itchier hat. Both would produce a most creative, but not very becoming hairdo. Today she preferred the chaotic hood do. One itchy item was enough.