March Is

March is a weird month, no?

I don’t like basketball at all, so I don’t get swept up in the Madness. I wear green for 17 days straight, and by, oh, a few days ago, I’m ALL DONE and desperately want to wear other colors. It’s 80 degrees one day, 14 the next with a blizzard on the way as the tulips, daffodils, and lilies push their way up.

My mini rose bush is all greened up with red buds all over.

March is confused.

We used to take part in the big Pittsburgh St. Patrick’s Day festivities, but we’re old now. And tired. One year, Little League baseball try-outs fell on the same day. They don’t this year, but both boys have to try out as both are in Official Little League Ages which means, yes, we’re old now. And tired. Baseball season is almost here for the both the kids and our enjoyment, but not quite.

Not just yet.

March feels like a month of waiting for things to happen. Things are greening up, but not just yet. Almost baseball season, but not just yet. Almost my birthday month, but not just yet. Almost spring, but ha! Nope!

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March is an in-betweener. Like the tween boy in my house. Still young enough to enjoy playing games with his family, but old enough to want to spend time with his friends instead of his parents. Old enough to read Really Big Books with Really Big Themes, but young enough to enjoy laughing his way through another read of Captain Underpants with his younger brother. Old enough to make sense of the news; young enough not to be scared stiff by it all.

March is the approach of spring, the end of winter; the promise of something new, the leftovers of a weird winter weather season. March settles in your bones a little, the cold, damp air of attempting to change a season—back and forth, back and forth. March makes you take a sweater with you everywhere you go. March makes you remember seasons and people. March makes you wonder if it was just you.

March makes you want to peek around the corner of the calendar for a glimpse of what’s coming even when you know you need to stay present in this moment. March makes this moment feel like it will never end when you’re trapped back in the house during the most recent cold snap. Cabin fever leaves you feeling a little less like you, makes you wonder if this is just what you feel like now.

March makes you question. Everything. Yourself. Your partner. Your friends. Gravity. Global warming. Politics and politicians and Russia and perjury. Gin. Wine. Why people need to turn beer green in order to drink it when it’s good already. Which kind of coffee you really like; I’m currently on an Italian Roast kick. Television. Adoption. Exercise. Running. Your joints. Your hair. Your fingernails. The way your toes crack. Food. Potential. Organization or lack thereof. Dogs. Babies. Pokemon. The definition of success; your definition of success. Failure. The many ways we’ve failed so many in the human rights category. Feminism and its problem with true intersectionality. Mental health. Mental illness. Insomnia. Sleep. Parenting. Birth-parenting. That thing you did that changed life for so many people in ways none of you could have imagined at the time. Love, hate, and everything in between. What to get Katie for her birthday. Your past. Your future. Your present. Music. Why you do that thing you do. Why you don’t do that thing you don’t do. Life. Death.

March doesn’t offer answers, just 31 whole days to live, to love, to be you.

March is.

March Is

 

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3 Colors I’d Rather Wear Than Green Right Now

Coral for Spring 2015

Oh hey. It’s March 13th.

That means I’ve worn green for thirteen straight days now.

All super cute things, of course. I’ve worn green tunics with black jeggings. I’v worn green and black stripes. I’ve worn a new white and green shamrock scarf with a green shirt. I’ve worn green running shirts and shorts. I’ve worn green dresses. I’ve worn green jewelry. I’ve worn green socks, green shoes, and before these #17daysofgreen end, green tights.

It’s round about now I always feel greened out.

Thankfully tomorrow will bring back the fun of wearing green for seventeen days in a row as we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in Pittsburgh. I’ll dust off my green tiny hat. I’ll find my green beads. I’ll wear my new bracelet and lucky earrings. I’ll wear my green jacket over other green clothing. And we’ll have a green ole time.

And then I’ll wear green on Sunday, Monday, and bring it all together on Tuesday for our St. Patrick’s Day extravaganza at home. And then, OMG, I won’t wear green for the rest of my life. Or, approximately four days. Or so.

I’m really excited to wear something other than green. Here are three colors I’m jonesing to wear without green next week.

 

Coral

OMG, you guys. I want to wear all the coral in the world. I already wore some last weekend:

Coral for Spring 2015
Pixie Ankle Pants, Roll-Sleeve Tunic, Green Sudeded Point Toe Flat.

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But I want to wear more without green. I finally found a great flowy top at TJ Maxx to match a striped pencil skirt I bought at Old Navy years ago. I’m also eyeing these pieces.

Coral for Spring 2015
Brighten Up Circle Scarf, Diamond Patterned Dress, and Faux-Leather Scrunch Ballet Flats.

 

Pastel Yellow

I own a great yellow cardigan and I always break it out this time of year. I want to wear it now over whites and navies and basically anything. I also saw these eye-catching finds while bopping around the Internet this week.

Pastel Yellow for Spring 2015
Fancy Embroidered A-Line Skirt, Meet Me in the Lobby Pants, and Cut Out Flats.

 

Turquoise

No, not green. Turquoise! I love the brightness, the not quite green, the not quite blue, and the billions of ways to wear it.

Turquoise for Spring 2015
Your Own Oasis Top, Chelsea Trouser, Palm Royale Drop Earrings.

It will be a few days still, but I will step out in color soon enough. I’m feeling spring, so it’s time to start dressing spring!