I almost wrote a long, boring sob story yesterday about "boohoo winter woe is me", accompanied by my sad OOTD (ugly sweater, scarf, boots, in 17 different shades of brown, none of which matched). I'm not so good at the transitioning from winter to spring thing. Maybe it's the Texan in me, but when I'm ready for spring, I'm READY. The thought of putting on tights again makes me barfy.
Luckily for me, the sun came out today and promise of the 60's was enough to make me fix my hair and put on some fun clothes. I even showered (mostly). I've been holding on to these wedges for weeks waiting for some peep toe weather and an appropriate occasion. I'm happy to report they're quite comfortable, and while I don't love how my toes appear to be fighting through the holes to get at some sunshine, I like them enough to pretend I don't notice. Denial is a bloggers best friend.