Spring is fashionably late...

I'm trying to get my "welcome, Spring" vibe going, but we woke up to a dusting of more snow. And more mixed yuck in the forecast pretty much every other day this week. Walking through TJMaxx yesterday, I was disheartened at the options: sleeveless, gauzy, cropped, flimsy. Our North Country Easter season is usually anchored by mudboots and sweaters. 

I remember growing up in Rhode Island, when I was quite small, when pink or lemon-yellow dresses, white tights, and shiny white patent leather mary-jane shoes were the fashion. Tiny purses with a quarter for the collection plate, white handkerchief, and maybe a little "straw" hat would finish the ensemble. 

Not here. I'm thinking about flipping my closet next weekend; that should ensure more snow. I'm getting really weary of beige, grey, black, and brown. I love my flannel shirts, but I'm fairly bored with them. And I'm really getting tired of wool socks-- those cute little red sandals I have are beckoning. I suspect I will not be wearing them for at least another month or two. Anyone who thinks spring in northern New England is idyllic has a pretty funny idea of spring or idylls. 

I am hopeful to be able to at least go with dress pants and a pretty blouse for Easter, but I just might freeze in church if I do. We have about three weeks-- let's hope for some warmer and drier weather. 

On a parting and more positive note-- my daffodils are making an appearance! They are braver than I; I want to wrap up in a blanket again.

Take care,

C