This is the worst time of the year. In my head it’s no longer winter but it’s not spring either. I don’t want any more snow but the daffodils aren’t popping up yet. It’s light longer but still not warm enough.
I am completely sick of winter. I had my fill. I hate my clothes. I want to wear bright patterns that aren’t fleecy. I would love to get rid of all the layers too. Some layers get tucked in and some go over top. It’s a nightmare at potty time. Does this go in or out? Over or under? Up or down?
My wonderful new winter clothes are starting to look shabby. Ok, they are not shabby; I’m just tired of them. I wear them every week. What do you expect!
Also, this is the time of the year when my closet elf shortens all the new knit pants I bought in the fall. (I wrote about him earlier in the year and it seems like everyone has one. I think my elf is more diabolical. You can read about him here.)
Every year I have to replace my sweat/exercise pants because they shrink. Every year! When I buy a new pair, I resolve to air dry them but they get accidentally thrown in the dryer. Oh well!
We all know that the closet elf oversees the dryer. The dryer is the magical place where a pair of anything comes out divorced without a sign of its partner anywhere. I believe my socks get alimony settlements and take off for places unknown. Probably Tahiti or somewhere you don’t need socks. They are lounging on the beach with umbrella drinks while I am cold!
That’s another thing I’d like to do. Go without socks without freezing my feet off. That won’t happen until June. I have sensitive feet. They like to be warm!
I will be sorry to pack away my spiffy new boots but I would love to wear Capri pants with a nice floral blouse and sandals. I bought a new blouse just the other day because…well….I don’t know why…I didn’t really need it but it was pretty. Let’s call it shopping therapy.
The other telltale signs of too much winter – my eyes are dry, my skin is flaky and my hair is crinkly. I use drops and goo but it’s not enough. My body starts to rebel. Where is summer! I hate this cold stuff!
I am starting to miss gardening too — not only the fun part of gardening but the weed pulling too. Yes, I know. I should go to therapy for that. The perfect therapy would be to meet my friends for happy hour and sit at an outside table! I wonder when that will happen.