Every year around this time, I feel like burning my winter coats. I’m sick of wearing them. As I write this in the beginning of April, high temperatures peak in the high 30s/low 40s and the low temperatures dip into the low 30s/high 20s. I’m so bored with it.
I do love my trusty winter parka and topcoat. They’ve each proven to be good investments in form and function that keep me warm without looking like a dork. But as spring fever hits hard while cold lingers longer than I prefer, I want to set them on fire.
Every time I go out, whether for social or business occasions or for taking the dogs out, the coat/scarf/hat/gloves ritual starts to feel agonizingly tedious. I long for the days when I don’t need to layer up ad nauseum to go anywhere.
The forecast for the next ten days has a couple of warm teases, but it feels like it’s just that: a tease. This is one of the reasons why it’s so important for me to design my apartment into a comfortable and chic place I really enjoy – because leaving it is such a pain in the ass during the cold weather.
I’m finally starting to appreciate why people head south for the winter. I used to laugh at snowbirds. Now I totally get it. Luxury problems, man.
Thanks for letting me vent.