Fake animals about the neck are strictly OK because it was thirty below habitable in Mpls, thus a strong survival instinct is at play here. In sharp contrast to some flip flopped dudes disembarking from Tampa/St. Pete who are almost certainly dead by now. Our cozily swaddled traveler, above, is on her way to a career in fashion merchandising, by way of Milwaukee, NYC, road trip with the fam that ended in Mpls and back to that fashion capitol. NYC. Not Milwaukee. Phew. I am so so glad she was paying attention during the AirWear class which spent a full week on the rise and attempts to banish pink velour sweatpants and Uggs from the travel milieu. Possibly because of the economy, this unfortunate look is stubbornly entrenched.