So how far away can spring be, really?
After getting my veins whacked in December, my legs have healed quite nicely. I am more than ready to rock some skirts and cute shoes. While I can "shop" my own closet and wear those pairs that my feet had swollen too much for last year, one thing is stopping me:
All of those strappy, open-toed numbers do not play well with the white stuff that continues to cover much of Omaha's landscape.
While reality bites and I must wait for spring weather, I can still dream.
These satin kitten-heels come in a rainbow of colors, but this shade of green just screams "spring" to me.
Green like fresh shoots of tulips.
Green like a manicured infield.
I dream of green.