Hey you! Spring! Where the hell are you?
I know you’re technically here — but snow, 35 degree weather and my puffy coat says otherwise. I am ready to change out my closet (yes, in NYC our closets can only contain one season at a time). I’m tired of socks, boots, jeans and black clothes.
Isn’t April the time of sundresses, cardigans and colorful prints? I think I speak for the whole city when I say “enough already with your coyness Spring, we’re ready for you!”