However this was also the mark of good things to come since I've always viewed January 2nd as the start of spring. Some call it delusion, I call it survival skills. I am a denier of the winter weather. While a warm sweater or jacket is still in rotation it is most often found over a dress of sorts, or perhaps a skinny denim baring the ankles. For those of you up to your knees in snow, I'm sorry. I have zero advice having fled that same Canadian scene several years ago. Turn up the heat and parade around the house in shorts and t with a margarita in hand? I may or may not have used this as a coping mechanism whilst combating an adverse reaction to snow mold that left me housebound for months.
Back to Sunday. It was a glorious afternoon. The perfect spring day one might say. Is it appropriate to wear fur in spring? I don't know, I just did it anyway. Truth be told it was a little balmy despite being sans sleeves, but I reveled in it. My poor pale skin sung out beneath the warm rays of the sun while I nestled my head in the needles of the tree (while shielding my eyes) just one last time to breath in its pine goodness. It's a new day. Goodbye tree and hello beach.
Thinking bird.
Wrinkled bird.
~outfit details: Anthropologie-Dress, Juicy Couture-Vest (again), Madewell-Boots~
~outfit details: Anthropologie-Dress, Juicy Couture-Vest (again), Madewell-Boots~
Finally pulled the trigger on these Madewell boots just before Christmas and
want to wear them every day--leggings, shorts, dresses, jeans and even sweats.
Yes it's true. Sacrilege has struck.
Angry bird?
The Chef was calling it my cave woman look.
Within 24 hours he went down like a sack of hammers with the flu. Well now...
Woman kissing the tree goodbye while her boyshort peeks out.
Yep yep we keep it real over here at the bird, folks.
