I was pushing the season yesterday, folks. I was desperate to wear anything except my winter clothes. Longing to wear something that was not a turtleneck, jeans, scarf, down coat and boots. I’ve survived winter by wearing my cashmere turtlenecks on constant repeat. But as much as I can’t wait to get into my cashmere sweaters in the fall, I’m desperate to get out of them by spring.
So, when I went off to my book club luncheon the other day, I wore this outfit. My black Aritzia sweatshirt which I bought last summer and hardly wore due to being confined to barracks with shingles. And these checked, cropped Rag and Bone pants which I scooped up during the Nordstrom Black Friday sale last fall, and which I’ve never had on except for the blog photos in November. They are fall weight, but they seem more spring-y to me.
It was so beautiful out, sunny and +5°, that I couldn’t resist a shot out on the deck. I’m chuckling because I match my surroundings: black and white. Notice the hordes of geese on the river, black against the melting ice, above? There are many more off to the right where the river is open. The yearly invasion has begun.
I really like the classic style of this Aritzia TNA sweatshirt. You can find it here. Some of the colours are on sale, although sadly not the black, nor the red which I’ve been eyeing. I’m wearing my Artizia sweatshirt and Rag and Bone pants with my old Stuart Weitzman patent loafers. These babies are stalwarts in my wardrobe. They never seem to go out of style, and they always look good with a little rub to bring up the shine.
The black hoop earrings with the gold chain detail which I’m wearing don’t get out much. I’m not sure why because I love them. I bought the earrings when Hubby and I were in Paris in 2015. While he took a quick nap one afternoon, I strolled around our neighbourhood in the Marais, careful to clock the names of streets, and remember from which direction I’d come. I am notorious for marching off confidently in the exact wrong direction. Ha.
Down a narrow street in the Marais, I found a tiny atelier, with a young woman in the back making her wares, and a couple of showcases in the shop window. We had a lovely, if stilted, conversation about her work. My limited French, her limited English… you know. But we both smiled a lot, and I was delighted with my purchase. I buy some form of jewelry on almost every trip we take. Silver earrings in Peru, a glass mosaic necklace in Venice, a lovely pearl which Hubby bought for me when we were in Broome, in Australia.
So off I went to book club. But just because it felt like spring, doesn’t mean it was warm enough for a spring coat. So I wrapped my neck up with this Michael Kors animal-print scarf, and put my Uniqlo light down jacket on over top. At least it’s not my heavy down coat. So that’s progress. And although I don’t have socks on, I’m not baring my ankles either. Much too cold for that yet.
It’s amazing how a little sunshine, a few days of above zero temperatures, and a couple of lovely walks outside can make you feel as if it truly IS spring. Can make you a little overconfident. Ready to push the season. Ha. But I should have known it wouldn’t last long. Mother nature doesn’t like to be pushed, my friends. She has a nasty tendency to push back.
Which brings me to today. Snow, freezing rain, slop, rain, more slop. Not a day for pushing the season today or for pictures on the deck or an invigorating walk on the trail. Nope. It’s back to hunkering down with my book weather.
“Maybe next week will be better,” she said, in her best Pollyanna tone. Trying NOT to recall last April. Or the one before that. Sigh.
How about you my friends? Are you braving the elements in spring clothes yet? Risking pneumonia because you can’t bear to wear your winter stuff anymore? Or maybe you’re lucky … and it’s already spring weather where you live.