Melt, please.

Yesterday I woke up to beautiful white flurries. It was a mostly perfect snow-- sticking to trees but not really effecting the street. Well for the better part of the day. It really was the kind of day that is meant to be enjoyed from a comfortable bed. Or a beautiful mountain lodge if you are so lucky to have one.

I wasn't lucky enough to enjoy either. So I drove to the retail job with cold wet feet. I arrived safely, but did not feel safe from the shopping bug. It lays dormant in my bones until new merchandise arrives. Sometimes I can fight it off by just buying one small item, but this relapse is kind of out of control. Don't worry! I haven't bought anything yet. But I know it's just a matter of time. I'm going to lay out my budget and make the necessary cutbacks to cure my ailment. If I don't buy coffee for a month, that's like $25. Not enough... maybe all those late nights at the hospital will buy me that new rose colored dress I've been eying up.

If you know me in life, you probably know that I mostly wear black. Not because I am a recovering goth or because I lack wardrobe creativity. I just like black. It's easy. Everything matches. I have always loved black and I always will. But lately I've been contemplating cream. And rosy mauves, taupes, grey lavenders, plums, and ohmygod possibly even some blues. It feels so strange to be drooling over a beautifully architectual cream sweater. I'm trying to come to terms with this new color pallete attraction, but I think my closet may be unrecognizable in a few weeks. That is if I can make enough cutbacks to fund the cure to my winter blahs. Because when it comes down to it, this seasonal bug I catch is probably just a symptom of the Winter Doldrums.

So while the snow was beautiful as it fell, I'm ready for it to melt away. I want to bear my decollete in a lightweight knit sweater. I want my freshly painted toes to peep through some delicious nude open toed pumps. I want to eat small sandwiches on a lovely quilt in the park. I think I need to live some place warmer and cheerier. Philadelphia can be so dirty and grey.