One of the great things about a snow day is that you can find a babysitter, provided she drives an SUV. Ours was rear-ended on the way over to the Manse, but arrived in relatively good shape. Which allowed us to go to a wonderful dinner party.
As is our practice in inclement weather, Mrs. E. and I wore snow boots and carried a pair of black Belgian Shoes to change into at our hosts’ house (for some reason I prefer to wear only black shoes at night). And, as usual, we were greeted by a company of old friends and a new couple who are most charming, she a singer and actress, he a Canadian in investment banking who works in New York during the week. Which must explain his approach to our winters. For he was wearing black suede shoes. Black suede shoes to traverse the short, salt, sand and snow covered distance from kerb to front door and back again. Sartorial brio is alive and well.