Today is Easter, a holiday that usually involves lots of pastel foil covered chocolates, and multiple trips to the buffet at brunch.  Some of us even go to church.  Typical dress for the occasion is often akin to the pastel Easter eggs found in children’s baskets.  Lots of lemony yellows, pale pinks and dusty lilacs.  Basically, my nightmare palette.  Still, the Easter outfit marks an important transition—from winter to spring.

Should you happen to be the kind of person who treasures a seasonal wardrobe, you’ve probably already busted out your linen separates and sandal collection.  You’re excited for florals and less layers.  While I wish I could share in your collective spirit, sadly, I can not.  I look forward to the cold.  Being that I run warm by nature, anything over 67 degrees Fahrenheit displeases my delicate nature.  I envy those clad in sleeves, complaining that’s it’s too cold for them.  These are the same people who lie in the sun for the fun of it.  No, thank you.

After doing some soul searching and watching some particularly intriguing documentaries on the power of thought, I’ve decided to try to give this spring floral thing a go.  I’m already on board for sleeveless everything.  I have no future plans for shorter hemlines though.  After watching anyone struggle to pick up a fallen object whilst donning a mini skirt, the reason should be apparent.  I’m afraid I’m a tea length for life kinda gal.  I keep a number of petticoat-like skirts on hand just in case I need to lengthen an almost perfect dress.  You should never feel fear when bending in an outfit.  Though, I suppose there’s a reason we have opaque tights...

In an effort to fully embrace the breezy spring wear experience, I have acquired not one but two vintage floral ensembles.  One is a multi-piece Diane Freis delight (which I am saving for an upcoming event) and the other is a collared dress in my favorite tertiary color way.  The latter was described online to be made of polyester, so you can imagine my disappointment when I uncrumpled the garment from its priority mailing envelope and felt what could only be a cotton based textile.  I’ve never considered myself to be a gambler, but every time I order something from the Internet I feel like I’ve rolled the dice.  Sometimes you win and sometimes you crap out.  In these times of uncertainty, it’s reassuring to have a favorite consignment store to haunt while hunting for new spring florals.  I know what I’ll be doing come Monday...