Be with us, we the north, so it won’t never EVER snow again.
And I realized that this is my April transition jacket, I only wear it when the weather (and my depression compass) is somewhere in between winter and spring, sorrow and hope, dark grey and green, ice and sunshine. To that end, a sweeping declaration: I will not wear high heels until summer. I’m serious. I have so many slip-ons, brogues, all stars, sneakers and ballet flats from before, I don’t care if I’m just 5’3″ and in dying need of more inches in my life; they have to be put to good use. Right when I’m all out of every single flat shoe in my closet, I can wear heels again.