There just ain't no cure. It may be only January, but I am already itching to get out the pale blue cotton frocks of sumer.
This is a 1950s R & K Originals dress I thrifted in November. It cost me $5. Oh yes, it's in wonderful shape and fits me just perfectly. Featuring rhinestone buttons, a pintuck bodice, and a built-in crinoline, I can't wait 'til it's warm enough to wear it!!
Then this late '60s cutie is from the lovely Dandelion Vintage store. I got it in late summer, and didn't get enough chances to enjoy it while the weather was appropriate. It reminds me of something Sissy Spacek might've worn in Badlands. Here's a couple li'l snapshots from greener days:
Clearly I've made a grave mistake by remaining in such a cold climate all these years, hehe. Well, as soon as I'm done with college (oh, and have some dough to spare), I think it may be "goodbye, Northern land" for this cold-hating weakling. Though I will say this for our cold Vermont winters: they are spectacularly pretty, and they make one appreciate the summer's sweetness all the more.