The sun finally decided to make an appearance yesterday. The occasion was particularly auspicious considering the exceptionally wet spring (i.e. endless gray skies) Portland has been experiencing this spring. But sun! Oh, sun makes one want to pack up the wool and get out the little cotton dresses. Or, in my case, make little cotton dresses. And do I ever have the cotton.
What I don't have is the extra time. But what I DO have is a rapidly approaching trip to warmer climes. But what I DON'T have is the need. But what I DO HAVE is the want. I want sundresses. Sundresses mean summer. Ergo, summer will not come until I have sundresses. Uh-oh! I am holding back summer. I better do this.
I am pretty sure my recent dose of Vitamin D-infused ambition and super sharp Ginghers are ready to whip out a handful of sundresses in the coming weeks. Assembly-line style. My sunkissed (but still SPF protected) knees and shoulders of the future will thank me.