Lately, I have heard many people yearning for Springtime weather here in Portland, as the temperature hovers in the mid- to high forties. Every time I open a fashion magazine, I see nude tones, bare legs, and open-toe platform sandals. Spring is definitely on everyone's mind, yet it seems a ways off, at least for the Northwest. We've seen some sunshine (surprise!), but no warm weather.
Until today, I felt content with the weather. Perhaps this is because I only moved back to the Portland area from Tucson a month and a half ago. It was 75 degrees before I left the desert (only during the day, mind you; it still dropped to the forties at night). While I enjoyed the sunshine and the warmer weather, I was beginning to feel as if I was living in an alternate universe. Also, I own too many jackets and coats for someone who lives (well, lived) in Tucson. It killed me to open my closet and see my vintage sheepskin-trimmed suede coat that I had worn a total of one time. So, in many ways, I was more than happy to return to a city with (consistently) colder temperatures and drearier skies.
Today was a different story. I was dying to wear a dress with bare legs. Perhaps because, in a fit of insomnia last night, I took to all the sewing projects that I'd hadn't gotten to in months because of business, moving, and well, laziness. I repaired one of my favorite summer dresses and there it was this morning, begging to be worn. It was too cold for bare legs, but I made do.
Vintage dress, H&M cardigan, UO tights, BCBGirls shoes, Betsey Johnson necklace
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