Last weekend was a big fat tease! It was 75 and sunny in the city, so I twirled my way through Soho in shorts, did some serious shopping and double dipped on brunch with some equally serious babes… And then came the cold. It snowed, yes snowed on tuesday night. New York, why must you be so fickle?! And what's a girl to do wear this weirdo weather? My spring instincts say skirts but the forecast says Buurrr! I'm forever stuck in the winter/spring limbo, I'm living in-between!
