Spring Fever - Audrey JoAnn | Content and Copy Writer

This is my “I can’t wait for spring” dress. I. Can’t wait. For spring. And it’s kind of perfect because apparently Dallas can’t wait, either. We’ve had straight 60- to 70-degree weather for the past couple weeks, and the forecast bumps us up to the 80s next week. It’s a teeny bit absurd — usually, January and February in North Texas means it’s time for an ice-pocalypse — but I’ll take it. It’s like, why do we even need a winter anyway? Sure, I get the whole global warming scare thing, and I get that without an actual freeze, we’ll be in mosquito and allergy hell this summer. But do we really want to be bundled up in parkas and toboggans any longer than necessary? I, and this dress, argue: NO.

I remember my first year living in Texas — my first winter, specifically. I was a freshman at TCU in Fort Worth, and I lived in one of the only yet to be remodeled dorm buildings (it was also the only all-girl dorm, which is a whole other annoying story). We had central heating and air conditioning, and I just so happened to live in a corner room farthest from said central heating and air conditioning unit. I’ve lived in Texas for six years now, and that winter was by far the coldest I’ve experienced. We had almost an entire week off from school in February because a thick layer of ice had settled over every outside surface. Walking anywhere was a super fun and exhilarating activity during that week. I’d wake up shivering with tingly fingers and toes each morning and see ice on the inside of my dorm windows. I’m from Las Vegas. I am not equipped to deal with ice inside my windows or anywhere else, really.

In my solidarity for disliking cold winters: I’ll pop a few extra Zyrtec, slather on some bug spray, and do my darnedest to reduce my carbon footprint in exchange for wearing sandals and springy swing dresses a little earlier in the year. I’m all about priorities over here.