Kids, this already sounds like the beginning of a “How I Met Your Mother” episode, but I couldn’t help it. Okay, it ends there.
Through eight winters living in New York, I’ve embraced it. Having grown up in Los Angeles and enduring hot day after hot day for 21 years over, it was a relief to have that weather switch up introducing my coats to a different feeling, wearing more clothes on top of more clothes, enjoying that crisp air that winter can bring and curling up in cozy sweaters; looking forward to summer – that was a different feeling.
But I’ll admit, this never-ending winter of 2014 has challenged me. I surrender and wave my white flag. Winter, you and your repeated polar vortexes have defeated me. I am now converted to that stereotypical New Yorker who is disgruntled till Memorial Day. Till then, I bask in last Friday when it was warm enough to walk out in sparkly flats and just a trench coat (I lie, I layered underneath an old dress I wear as a vest).
I’m not greedy. I don’t need 90-degree days (please stay at bay!). Spring…all I need is spring.
Uniqlo trench, Forever 21 lace tee, ASOS sweats, Nine West flats, Chantelle bra, thrifted gold chain necklace