quit staring at me!

those early morning bus rides are just a little frigid to start wearing you... sorry coral, frye peep-toes and really comfortable gladiator sandals from 'blanco' in spain. you'll just have to wait. in the corner of my closet where i can't see you staring at me, taunting me to play with you. your time will come soon. i've been promised cherry blossoms and sunshine come april. be patient little ones... (and, yes, i'm technically speaking to myself)