Season of Spots
You know how people have Advent calendars, to count down the days to Christmas? I think I want one of those for Spring. I get MUCH more excited about Spring than I ever do about Christmas. Even although there is no Spring Santa. (There totally should be, though, no?)
I actually thought Spring had arrived last Saturday. Terry and I were going out for high tea with a group of friends (Yes, Terry and I are secretly from the 1920s. Now you know.) and I was all set to wear this dress with – wait for it – BARE LEGS and pretty shoes (Oh God, I can’t wait for the bare leg days. I think I might have a ceremonial burning of all of my tights or something when the warmer weather finally does arrive, because I HATE those things. Did I mention how much I hate those things?), when suddenly the glorious sunshine hid behind a cloud, and I decided to go with trousers instead. Then we got to our friends’ house to pick them up, and they told us it had been snowing there that morning. Good call with the trousers, then.
I was still determined to wear something vaguely Spring-like this week, though, and when I spotted this dress hanging in the closet with its hem brushing the tops of my boots, my mind was made up. The outfit is kind of like the love child of Winter and Spring (and I had to put my jacket back on as soon as these were taken. I hate that.), but you know what? I didn’t even have to wear the dreaded tights with it: over-the-knee socks all the way, people!
(Dorothy Perkins dress, H&M cardigan, Gucci sunglasses, plus Sam Edelman boots, Marc by Marc Jacobs bag & Michael Kors watch (all c/o Shopbop)
Thanks to Terry for taking these photos. Thanks to Rubin for running off with another family while we were walking him afterwards, and forcing Terry to run after him, shouting his head off. That was kind of funny.