Yesterday I wore a dress to work. A long sleeved sweater-type dress that usually calls for tights and boots for winter. I looked out the window, sun. I looked at my weather app, 42 degrees. Everything in me wanted to bare my little leggies and not put on those adorable polka dot tights, but ALAS I had to. I know this is a typical Oregon lament, but can you blame me? I am ready for that transition to spring where you still have to wear pants or a sweater but can get away with a tee or skirt/shorts with out tights. Mr. Sun where you at?