It’s Friday again and I have officially reached the age that old people used to tell me about. The age where their days felt as though they were going by in minutes. My days go by quickly – winter was here and gone in an instant. And although spring shortly peeked her head out, she’s gone again and we’re subjected to the chilling amount of 43 degrees. Unfortunately for me, I had over eagerly switched out my winter wardrobe for my summer one. Dare I crawl back up into the attic for my sweaters and boots? Or should I buy these margarita shorts and be stubborn about this? At least [in my mind] I haven’t reached the age where it would be inappropriate to wear such things. Not yet.