Yipeeeee time to change your calendar again! Last year I started off February by telling everyone how I don't like the month in general. and I am here today to say... February, I'm sorry. I was being closed-minded and judgmental. You really aren't so bad. I mean, what is so bad about one last month of the depths of winter to make sure you got proper use out of your furry black hats and awesome heeled boots? And if it were all hot and sunny out, girlfriend above wouldn't have needed to travel with her entire fleet of suitcases. Any jetsetter worth her salt knows bikinis don't exactly fill up a valise the way extravagantly over-sized sweater can. And don't get me started on traveling with multiple pairs of OTK boots... might as well get a steamer trunk. Plus, would we love the spring nearly as much if we hadn't frozen through those extra 28 days? I think not. February is alright by me. In fact, from the rosy vantage point of this moment in time, I dare to say, I haven't really met a month I don't like.