Does it seem to you that spring springs upon us as soon as the calendar declares it okay to emerge? Today, March 21st, the first day of spring, I went outside to find the tulip trees abloom, the cherry trees absolutely gorgeous along the waterfront, the sun out, people picnicking, and daffodils in the stores - $1.99 for a bunch of 6. How does spring know to emerge on this exact date, gracing us with blooms all across the city? It baffles me. Perhaps it is just that I start paying attention on the 21st, but it definitely feels like some sort of magic descending upon us.
Above is my first experience with boyfriend jeans. I found them on sale at the Gap two days ago and loved the sort-of-loose fit and the boxy shape, even if it's not my most flattering silhouette. Something slouchy, springy, and laissez-faire about them that just appealed to me. Paired with those waffle-y sweater in pale pink and I felt like a cherry tree standing tall amongst the Friday breeze. Oh to feel beautiful and fresh on the first day of a new season - I wouldn't trade it for anything.