Some plain ol' whining.

When will it be spring? I have so many new cute clothes to wear, not to mention at least half a closet of old* skirts and tank tops and sandals. Yet here I am, bundled up in scarves, pants and boots, and I am sick of all of them. How utterly miserable. Not to mention that winter clothes take up more room in a suitcase, ergo I actually have to plan what I pack instead of emptying half my drawers into my bags. Where is my personal staff, that includes a wardrobe consultant, a person to pack my clothes, and a person to carry my suitcase, when I need it?

*old, according to my personal definition, means that I've worn it at least 3 times.