Baba Yaga, style icon

Because my chronic health issues have apparently decided I need more signifiers of You Are A Lady Of A Certain Age: I now get chilled easily if the temperature drops below 65. Oh yay? Also, our house doesn’t have great insulation and single-pained windows, and there are no heat vents in the space my desk is in. So I’m pretty much always cold right now. Therefore I have accepted my Slavic Crone future (Vampire Witch Queen remix), and am exploring the wold of giant wool shawls. The black/gold/pink floral one I bought arrived yesterday (it’s a very similar pattern to a skirt Thea’s mom gave me), and I spent the day swathed in it, NOT feeling cold! Oh that’s right, natural fibers are waaaarm. And breathable. I’m now eyeing a black silk/cashmere pashmina on eBay, and browsing roughly a bazillion listings for actual vintage wool floral shawls from Eastern Europe.

Bonus: If I drape one over whatever I’m wearing, I will look like I’m wearing real clothes during a zoom meeting, instead of a concert shirt and leggings.