NORMAN — This week’s little tidbit about me is I tend to have a way of jumping the gun when it comes to seasonal changes of clothing.
I’m embarrassed to admit that my closet is overfilled. I donate many items, but it just seems like the more I take out, the more that somehow finds its way back in. I know how lucky I am every morning when I open up that closet door and see all that there is to offer, and I don’t take that for granted.
I particularly enjoy wearing summer skirts, dresses and flip flops. So when the temperature took a bit of a spike last weekend, I got a little excited. I started putting away the sweaters, the sweatshirts and the boots. I brought out the short sleeves and the rest of the warm-weather regalia.
Part of me knew that my excitement would be in vain as the other part of me knew that winter weather would wave its ugly head at least one more time before the real spring weather came. But I didn’t care.
My husband tried to warn me, too. He was smart and kept a few long-sleeved items out. But not me. I stood firmly by my decision. “Out with the cold, in with the warm” was my motto. After all, it was spring break for those who were lucky enough to have one.
I even got the dog ready for warmth with her annual March haircut. It’s always a task giving a four-legged squirm machine a haircut, but with lots of bribes — for the dog, of course — we somehow made it through. She was happy to shed her layer of warm fur, too. And to further my quest for spring, I placed the ceremonial summer wreath on the front door. Then reality set in.