I had this moment on Saturday in which I was circumstantially stalking bridal conventions (as one does), and before you know it, I was outside in downtown Provo without a coat on. I wasn't even in gloves or boots or anything, and I was feeling the sun on my face, and about to do a happy dance for the warm weather, when suddenly I realized - it's barely pushing 40 out here. Whyyyyy does that feel warm?? The conclusion I came to was either a) I have eskimo ancestors I'm unaware of, or b) I'm so used to the cold that 40 feels warm.
I think I'll pick the eskimos. I always wanted to call someone babushka, and Sam doesn't go for that particular pet name.
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| blouse: gifted // black skinnies: forever 21 // shoes: TOMS via Nordstrom // earrings: Target // watch: Macys |
Either way, I've never been happier to be in 40 degrees.
