Within the brief hour I stepped outside my apartment this afternoon to pay my rent and walk three blocks to the grocery store, I came to the conclusion that I hate winter (still). So now I am hibernating beneath my flannel sheets and thinking happy, warm thoughts because it is 7 degrees outside, and I'm drooling over J. Crew's retro-chic luxe tulle swimsuit collection. I can't wait to wear this ruched bustier one-piece with a pair of cat eye shades! Chicago should be steadily warm in what, only 6 months? Depressing.
