Breaking out the 'alls

 So apparently the groundhog saw his reflection, or didn't, whatever the case a rodent pronounced as of  March 20th that it is now temperately acceptable to break out the capris and florals again.Side note: of which rules I both broke in a single school day when sporting giant pixel-ed sunflowers upon thrifted mom-pris over three months ago. The fact of the matter is that I very rarely take orders from a hedgehog so at this stage in the seasonal year, I'm declaring denim shortalls fair game.

In this instance, the opportunity is avenged.Would you expect anything less? I doubt it.It's about time, I was getting a little anxious about this whole matter that could, and was, easily remedied with some hillbilly denim. While the climate dares to proceed in a state of purgatory, this temperament allows for a variety of style options. Long sleeves have yet to be exiled while skimpy tank tops and muscle tees have yet to reappear without the guidance of a necessary blazer and a multitude of  layers. Printed socks are still a given while tights ascend their temporary demise. Conclusion: this is a time of much confusion but similar opportunity of which Uggs, an exception to this reality, have been remotely exiled. Side,side note: No, i don't particpate in basketball-esque festivities, and yes I do have my shirt on backwards but, let us save that for a future dialogue sesh.

I think I've told you that layers, layers are no fun unless they come in muliples. No? Kay, nevermind then.