I would like to think that these recent balmy temperatures are an answer to my whimpering sighs. I had finally come to terms with the encroaching cold — the grey curtain of melancholic winter sky had unfurled and become a permanent backdrop to my life. I was shocked by the audacity of the sun's rays, and as I walked to class I slowly shed my coat, my scarf and my sweater: none of them were needed. As I giddily shed layer upon layer, I noticed a more meteorologically conscious Fashionista. Clearly she knew something I didn't (to trust weather forecasts) and was dressed appropriately for the springy sixty-degree day.
Her floral J.Crew skirt, overflowing with blue, violet and chartreuse florets that seem to tumble into one another, is as energetic as it is spring like. Merely by looking at it I felt enlivened, invigorated and ready to pounce through a field of blossoming flowers. (It’s still December.)
I snapped to, looked from the barren branches to knobbed grass lawn, and my resplendent daydream dissipated. All that was left was this Fashionista, triumphantly denying the season. She dilutes her bright skirt with tones more familiar to the winter season: her nautical striped sweater, from Gap, and her thrifted navy pashmina scarf enhance her skirt’s darker tones.
Her gray tights, likewise, legitimize her fantastical floral skirt. If you find yourself perplexed by the weather forecast, retreat into the depths of your bodoirs and retrieve those garments that you had long forgotten. While you still can, revitalize your spirits and your ensembles with bright, daring prints that laugh in the face of impending blizzards. There’s nothing wrong with using fashion as an escape into an alternate reality — one devoid of whipping winds and blistery storms!