You’ve been waiting for months. A month or two longer than usual, even.

All for just a ray of sunshine. Flowers blossoming. Hell, you’d settle for a few blades of green grass at this point. Mother Nature has thrown you for a loop this season. You hate loops. And being thrown, for that matter.

She’s somehow managed to hold you—and your stagnant wardrobe—hostage. Your poor toes, just begging to show themselves in a fab peeptoe. Your lovely arms, shielded behind itchy sheep’s wool. For a woman, Mother Nature doesn’t seem to realize that heels and ice, do not a good cocktail make.

But don’t go drowning your sorrows just yet. Spring really is right around the corner.

Even if that corner is currently covered in a puddle.