Halter Hotties Swing to Mr. 101 (degrees)

The encyclopedic folks tell us that here in the Pacific Northwest we enjoy a “temperate” climate.

Ummm… Really? We at Halter Hotties Central have been burying our own bared backs under layers of thermal undies, wool, fleece, and gore-tex, and still shivering!

The cold snap is enough to make us say, “enough!”

Cranking up the stereo and the heat, we pop on Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and our saucy-hot little halter top.

“Cabin Fever”, aptly named as we avoid going anywhere that requires layering up, is the perfect little number for jumping and jiving to “Mr. Heatmiser.” We embrace the idea of the funny little ogre who tells us, “I’m Mr. Green Christmas, I’m Mr. Sun… I’m Mr Heat Blister, I’m Mr. One hundred and one.”

Forget Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman and dreams of a White Christmas: as our feet fly and our hearts pump, our kicky little Halter Hottie top reminds us that we’re as free and hottie as we want to be!