There’s this magical idea that cold weather brings with it a soft hush, fresh starts, and fuzzy socks. And while that sounds poetic, let’s be real—what it actually brings is dry skin, bad moods, and a heating bill that could fund a small luxury handbag.
I’m not here to romanticize frostbite.
Truth? I hate the cold. Absolutely not a fan. I don’t find it invigorating, I find it offensive. Walking outside shouldn’t feel like getting slapped by invisible icicles.
Now don’t get me wrong—I’m not pledging allegiance to the sun, either. I’m not out here trying to live on the surface of the sun, sweltering and stuck to a leather car seat like a human grilled cheese. Nope.
What I do love? That sweet, elusive season called springtime.

Spring is the Goldilocks of weather—just right. Not so hot that you feel like you’re melting from the eyeballs, and not so cold you need a PhD in layering. It’s renewal, rebirth, and the one time of year when my mood, my wardrobe, and my thermostat are all in agreement.
Give me a light jacket, some blooming trees, and a latte that doesn’t immediately freeze or evaporate. That’s the good life.
So to winter I say: thank you for your services. Now kindly pack your snowdrifts and leave.
Discover more from Voguegenics
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.