Trending: Karate for Spring

As I said earlier, I am obsessed with spring. Far to obsessed for anyone to be about something that I am coming to believe is an urban legend. I am like those people who spend their lives looking for Bigfoot in the mountains up in Washington, who take plaster casts of places where little kittens slept in the forest and say it is his footprint. Only instead of my whole life it is this weekend, and instead of Bigfoot it is fashion, and instead of Washington it is the internet, and instead of plaster casts it is me really excited about birds foraging in my backyard because maybe, maybe spring is coming.

Anyway, I noticed something... awesome.

HIIIIIIIYA!

Spring is not actually here

The beginning of April is right around the corner and I am still wearing my coat everyday. I was running to the bus stop with coffee in one hand and my other hand thrust in my pocket to keep the wind chill from threatening it with frost bite. In fact, a man yelled at me for not having my coat buttoned up all the way, even though I was doing my signature barely-getting-my-shoes-on-in-enough-time-to-catch-the-bus thing, so how could I have time to button my coat?!

Anyway, I did laundry on Sunday (and yes, it is a day long production, as I am sure you know) and as I was sorting out my spring dresses that I was able to wear only weeks ago I looked outside and gave the sky the bird. Well not really, but it is a metaphor, or perhaps an allegory. I don't remember much of english (the subject, not the language (or perhaps both)). Anyway, if you are lusting over the warm weather clothes tempting you from your closet as much as I am (which I hope not, because wearing dresses around your house with thermal underwear underneath is not a good look for anyone, and I would prefer that it was contained to my own awkward space) then here is some springy sartorial porn for you.

Ohhh yeahhhh.