“spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” // d. larson
it was a -4°C and i swear it felt positively balmy.
in that one sunny saturday afternoon, it almost – almost felt like we were nearing the end; that in the next twenty days it’ll take to get us to the vernal equinox, we may actually feel a spring, not only in our steps – but in the very fact that we won’t need those extra three layers, and instead just need one. (let’s disregard the fact that we had a snowstorm yesterday).
a toque will be required merely for hipster benefit or bad hair days, and scarves can become cottoned, in lieu of wooled. it also means that i can see on the horizon a dropping off of heavy coats – they’re filthy with salt, slush and dust from the construction site i currently live on.
is there a certain giddiness, a sing-songy lilt to the way i’m typing these words? it’s possible.
spring fever is nigh, y’all.
➝ source : cape parka via zara
➝ source : bay oversize coat via henrik vibskov
➝ source : single breasted coat via carven
➝ source : moto quilted denim jacket via topshop