black Prada rosebud slingbacksThanks to the unseasonably warm weather we’ve had in New York lately — this weekend it hit 63 degrees, a temperature usually not seen until mid-April — I’ve got a serious case of spring fever. I know it’s just a tease, and a blizzard is probably just around the corner (not to mention a transit strike, which would be a real buzz kill for my footwear plans). But I still got a pedicure, just in case.

Regardless of whether or not global warming is happening a lot more rapidly than anyone ever thought, the fact is I’m already bored of my fall/winter shoes and clothes. Yet there’s not much I can do about it. I’m tired of seeing the picked-over sale racks overshadowing the spring merch at Saks and Bergdorf’s. And there’s just a smattering of pre-collection stuff on the websites.

Right now I’m loving this Marc by Marc Jacobs ikat weave dress and these Gucci heels, but who’s to say I’ll still want to wear them when spring really comes for good? Maybe there’s a cosmic reason why both Lent and tax day occur this time of year — this neither-here-nor-there shopping season when purchases either feel like a holiday hangover (e.g. the stuff you wouldn’t buy if it weren’t 60% off) or like foolish speculation (e.g. the stuff you wouldn’t buy past the vernal equinox). It’s the belt tightening after the holiday excess; the dieting before swimsuit season. It should be easy to slow down for a few weeks.

Did I really just write that? Help! Blame it on the weatherman!