64 Days and Counting

By my count, there are at least 64 days left until spring, and I'm resenting every last chilly one of them. I've never liked January, February gives me a pain, and March is just one long muttering under my breath of "in like a lion, out like a lamb." By the time I've eaten all my Christmas chocolate (which can often happen before New Year's Day) I am already thinking about spring.

Yes, thinking about spring, and dresses like this one above, which is Oscar de la Renta, and adorable. I think the gray dress would be stronger without the floral embroidery, but you have to admit those motifs look great on this one here:




And look at all the pockets! If you click on either of the images, you can hie yourself through the whole slide show, and pretty much every dress has pockets. That Oscar, he knows what women want. Or at least what I want, which is to turn off my space heater and put on a floral dress, shove my hands in my pockets, and walk outside without a coat on (without that being an act of foolhardy bravado). (In fact, I want to not be able to remember where my coat IS.)

Forget Advent calendars; I want one for Spring, where behind every door is a crocus, daffodil, or just a brief glimpse of warm sunshine and the smell of thawing earth ...