Well, folks……I had a really lovely outfit planned for today’s blog, none of which is pictured here. It included gorgeous layers of silk and wool, with a stunner of a Hazel Cox necklace I have yet to include in an FU post, and the kind of color palate that makes me weak in the knees – muted shades of plum, ochre, chocolate and taupe. Yep…..best laid plans indeed.

After another white-knuckle journey up north to McCall from my blessedly snow-free Boise home (if you missed my last adventure, click here), I arrived at my mother’s house safe but with a wicked case of cold sweats and an overwhelming eagerness for a warm fireplace and hot cup of tea. Little did I know, my snowy escapade was far from over…..

Any sane person would look at these photos and think – jeez, lady! Wasn’t it more than obvious you should not have driven into that driveway with your rinky-dink car?? Well, yes….it does appear to be a simple case of stupidity, doesn’t it…..but no! The scheming, deceitful snow is to blame! When I pulled up to the house, the snow had ever so carefully dusted itself across this gaping wallow of slush, making it appear solid. So I happily pulled in, thinking I was minutes away from shaking off the harrowing day in the comfort of Ma’s house, when – KA-THUNK – I suddenly found myself leaning distinctly to the left and unable to get out of the driver’s side door for fear of flooding my car.

So, after hefting myself out the passenger’s side door and huffing and puffing around the house a few minutes, cursing the mean ol snow and wishing I drove a giant 4WD truck, I finally called AAA. You’d think (or at least I thought) a trusted name such as theirs could end all my woes with one quick call, but no….the saga continues.

Apparently, even though I pay for roadside service anywhere, anytime, because I was stuck in a driveway my membership did not cover extraction from this mess. In the condescending words of the woman with whom I spoke, “It’s your responsibility to keep your driveway clear, and same goes for anyone you visit. Sorry I can’t do anything more for you.” For f%&* sake…..really? So with the looming dread of a $100 service bill looming over my head, I called up my secret weapon – master negotiator, Dustin Scott (may also be proudly referred to as my manfriend). Within minutes, he had AAA eating their words and a tow truck on the way. My hero! (swoon)

“Best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.” – Robert Burns

 In other words, even if you set out ahead of the storm, it may easily catch up to you. And even though the footing looks solid, beneath that invitingly smooth surface a ghastly mess of trouble may be lying in wait.

Of the plans I made for my day, the best one by far was to forego the fashion photo shoot in favor of jammie pants and a cozy sweater (and pouring myself a glass of wine, post haste).