This post most appropriately describes an Angelino’s view on the weather – at least, in my humble opinion.
The gist? We’re so used to basically perfect weather conditions that any minor change (which would barely register on my radar in the Midwest) is deemed strange.
I haven’t yet succumbed to wearing more than an ArcTeryx fleece in the worst of LA weather situations, so I’m not a complete wuss. (And yes, I’ve seen people wearing knee length down coats when its 65 and sunny here – I’m not anywhere close to that!) My puffy down jacket only gets worn in Nebraska!











How cold does it have to get before you turn your heat on?