The Minnesota Shuffle

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Here in Minnesnowta, it’s currently the most wonderful time of the year to sit near the window in some cozy coffee shop and watch Minnesota pedestrian after Minnesota pedestrian precariously walk from point A to point B on an icy sidewalk. It’s a lot like watching figure skating. There’s a certain amount of poise needed to glide across a frozen parking lot. There’s grace. But there’s also that lingering sense of anxiety and anticipation: Will they slip? Will they catch their balance? Will they completely wipe out only to quickly reemerge from the ice “calm, cool, and collected”? Tis the season, my friends.

My sister has deemed this particular style of walking “The Minnesota Shuffle,” where you clench your legs, straighten your arms, and refuse to lift your feet off the pavement.  Some people have mastered The Minnesota Shuffle simply due to years and years of icy sidewalk experience. They evaluate the ice thickness, can spot the hidden black ice, and might even dare to rock some 4 inch heels from one place to another. Other people {i.e. ME} never seem to fully master The Minnesota Shuffle. Yesterday, I decided to trade my tutoring and writing and research filled afternoon for a walk around snowy Minneapolis. The cobblestone road outside our apartment had that icy, proceed-carefully-or-slip-and-crack-your-head-open shimmer, so I broke into my Minnesota Shuffle. My slow walk was working for me right up until I decided to lift my right foot rather than slide my right foot forward. I caught a slick cobblestone square and alllllmost did the splits for the first time in my life. Let this be a lesson to my fellow snowy-state friends: don’t lift — slide.

My Minnesota Shuffle failed me again after my night class yesterday. I decided to trek through the snowier paths in order to avoid the icy pavements altogether – good intentions, poor execution. Ice had apparently formed beneath the snow, which resulted in an obnoxious scene of me flailing my arms after hitting a slick patch of snow and trying to regain my balance by flexing and posing like some snow ninja: legs spread apart, arms outstretched, every muscle tensed. My reflexes are apparently impeccable. Not once have I fallen on the ice this winter. Not. Once. Clapping hands emoji. But we have loooooong winters, here in Minnesnowta. Which means that some kind of obnoxious fall complete with windmill-arms and a short grunt is bound to happen. Most likely in a public area. Like a coffee shop parking lot. In the middle of a busy afternoon…

May the grippy material on the bottom of your boots be ever in your favor.

P.S. This cozy knit from Ruche has been my winter jam. Three cheers for looking cute while falling on the ice!


  • Reply ≈ CARMEN ≈ December 4, 2014 at 12:10 pm

    Bahahhaha love that last line. But as a Californian I have to use my imagination on the Minnesota Shuffle. I love how you layered here. The lace peeping through is fantastic. :] // ▲ ▲

  • Reply Adia Sinead December 4, 2014 at 4:28 pm

    I love the end of this post! Your writing style is so fun to read 🙂
    I’m a native Floridian and currently live in Georgia…so I’ve never had to use the Minnesota Shuffle, but I can imagine how it looks.
    Also, I love Ruche! This sweater looks so cozy on you…I might have to pick it up for those colder days down here.
    Love, An Introvert

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