despite the reality of global warming, some of us are very old-school about seasons. they have their time and place. it's hard for us to adapt to change, to think about weather in less rigid terms. and so, with the arrival of "Spring" comes the shift in mentality and and wardrobe. light, cool, breezy is supposed to define the weather, the mood, and the outfit. though if the first one doesn't cooperate, you stand there freezing your breezy butt off in the blistery cold. and come september, following a merciless august, well, i'm ready for wool. i want thick tights. i want hats. i want boots and i want to stop sweating. i want to wear my sweaters without having to turn up the a/c to do so. i always try to rush fall. that's the weather i'm always waiting for, eagerly anticipating. sometimes i jump the gun. sometimes i have to wait, and wait, and wait, until november.
which season do you try to usher in a little prematurely?