I'm stuck in this weird place right now where I'm not really tired of winter clothes but it's so freakin' cold outside not even my wooliest of tights and thickest of sweaters can lure me from the warmth of the couch. It's fun to wear coats and hats and boots when it's 30 degrees out and the sun is shining and it's just brisk enough out to be refreshing. It is not fun to wear them when it's so cold outside that the wind sucks the breath right out of your chest when it hits you. Seriously... "feels like 1" should not be a temperature.
I've been escaping the cold by looking the d a c e spring/summer lookbook. On these bitter cold days I'm finding the washed out colors and scenes of bike riding, sitting in roadside cafes and breezy windows are just the bit of daydream I need to get me through the day.