Winter, I’m through with you.
I am so over you, I’m pretending you no longer exist. I'm badmouthing you behind your back. I'm avoiding you. It's turning into a pretty volatile relationship actually. So, winter, I'm moving on. Skirts and dresses are coming out of the closet and bare legs will be exposed. You can try to stick around with your snow and 0 degrees, but it's hopeless.
I'm already flinging with Spring.
boots: j.crew (similar here)
bag: pitaya (similar here)