As a native Californian, I am now convinced that I lived in a magical land called “Perfect Tempville.” I long for the days of 60 degrees in January and Spring in full bloom by March.
Instead I have survived, just barely, the coldest winter of my life. But alas a beacon of hope has arrived! In D.C., for the next few days, the weather will range from 50-60 degrees. I am definitely ready to shed my parka and furry hat. Here is one of the looks I plan on wearing.