Summer faked us out here in DC. I naturally assumed that the 80 degree temps in February was signaling 1) the coming Mayan Apocolypse and 2) a great opportunity to build a base tan. So I packed away my winter wardrobe only to get blitzed with two weeks of 50 degree weather; or what I like to call the Eeyore of temperature gradients.
So today, I'm picturing a cluster of this goodness on a sunny white wall in honor of summer's betrayal of my trust.
