Since the weather here is as strange as our new governor, I never know what I'm going to need for the full day. My car looks like a closet! I have sweaters, a coat, my exercise bag, sandals, and "nice shoes you got there, Mrs. Moss" SAS tie ups all scattered in my back seat. (BTW--the comment was said with tongue firmly in cheek, but the SAS shoes are extremely comfortable.) Oh, well; we'll survive anything. And I'd rather put on layers than fat!

Jude