“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!'”
After months of self-imposed austerity, the fashion gods decided to toss temptation my way…and I threw up my hands in defeat.
In my defense, it wasn’t a fair fight! J. Crew sent me one of their promo cards for 20% off and Gap Inc. did their 30%-off-and-5%-goes-to-charity sale, so what was I to do? J. needed new jeans and khaki trousers, and I needed a couple of summer work shirts. So Saturday I headed into the City and indulged before returning home and atoning by doing massive piles of laundry and watching the NCAA tournament.
Of course, this faint whiff has revved my appetite and I can’t help noticing that cute new clothes are popping up like daisies. And to make it worse, the weather has started feeling like Spring too – prompting the desire for vivid skirts, glaring cardigans, and cute sandals.
Spring always makes me go a little crazy, and not just with clothes. I want to rip anything I own in black, navy, or gray to shreds because I’m sick of neutral and sensible. I want to eat tons of vegetables and fruit in chilled pastas and smoothies and never see a pot roast again. Hearing birds after months of silence makes me giddy (starlings and sparrows roost in our building’s roof, J. hates waking up to them, but I love it). Seeing the grass slowly, teasingly turn green thrills me. And, freak that I am, Daylight Savings Time makes me happy. I’m no longer driving home in the dark – which makes me want to curl up on the couch under a blanket, snack on junk food, and refuse to make dinner. Instead I get home with at least an hour of light, which makes laundry feel doable as opposed to a drudgery.
Autumn is still my favorite season, but Spring always wakes me up and I love it when it comes.