It’s still on the nippy side here in York. We had one glorious weekend before the weather took a prompt nosedive toward the frigid though it’s been slowly rising again. But no matter what the weather is actually like, I insist on packing away my winter clothes at the end of March and dress as though I’m welcoming in spring no matter what.
Physically, this has led me to suffer from the cold in the past, but psychologically it’s exactly what I need after a long winter. I like all my coats, don’t get me wrong. But around mid-January I always feel as though I never want to see them again.
So it might have been a tad anticipatory to venture out of the house in the ultimate spring attire (bare legs and exposed toes) but I couldn’t help it. I’m also having a love affair with these clogs at the moment. They were hell to break in but they are my favourite shoe now.
It might surprise you to hear that I haven’t yet grown tired of my bob. Even though I’m usually itching for a major hair change at least once a month, I’ve felt fairly satisfied since I took the cut shorter. Maybe it will be my new look? I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s a cool bob, not the practical mom chop that mothers tend to get after their first kid.
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Sometimes after a long winter, a girl just has to kick off her shoes and prance around through a field of daffodils.