The point of balance between a female who transitions from warm girl fall, in a snug cosy outfit under a blanket with a book and hot chocolate by a warm fire, to hot girl summer, in a sizzling swimsuit holding a pina colada in one hand and her phone choosing between tunes of the summer in the other.
Hey, did you see the clocks go forward? I feel like I'm in my breezy girl spring mode already. I can't judge between a hot chocolate or Pina colada in either in joggies or white jeans. Do fuck it it. I'll have a baby Guinness while wearing a denim jacket.