I'm a sissy when it comes to cold weather. Really, I am. The ONLY good part about the cold, in my opinion, is that you can break out the vintage coats and vintage furs. I was born in Sarasota, FL, moved at 13 to Atlanta and again at 29 to Charlotte. I'm just not made for this cold weather stuff, and lately that's all I've seen. Cold and dreary. Ugh. While bundling up and layering to the point that I look like the Michelin man, I've been dreaming of springtime and the beautiful colors and floral prints that accompany it. During New York Fashion Week 2014 I saw a ton of beautiful, vintage-esque-print-skirts with sky-high, strappy sandals. It may only be January, but right now I'm dreaming of the warmer days where I can rock a beautiful vintage skirt with some sex kitten heels!