Spring Is In the Air (for Exactly One Second)

Last night while walking home from the grocery store (I made an amazing coq au vin for dinner—you must try it, but add potatoes), I smelled something familiar and fleeting and filled with the promise of pure, breezy joy. I smelled spring. This moment triggered a montage of everything good about warm weather: long walks in the city, air rustling in the trees, bike rides, dew, drinking outdoors, and, of course, my greatest summer love, sundresses. Seriously, as soon as the weather gets above 50 degrees, I begin exuberantly, recklessly collecting sundresses. They're so cheap! They're so cute! You can wear them anywhere! I'm a little ahead of myself this season, but how could I possibly resist the Barbi Benton-on-The Love Boat charms of this mauve spaghetti-strap style? Or wouldn't you just die to walk around a little Caribbean town wearing this and a pair of flip-flops? How about this plaid jumper with neutral-colored Vans? And is it just me, or does the person wearing this adorable red Mexican dress look just like Jael from cycle 8 of America's Next Top Model?