Embracing Spr-inter like a Snow Queen

Spending my nights browsing fashion mags and catalogues featuring the hottest new looks for spring while temperatures hover at a frosty 27º outside my window is making me a certain kind of crazy. Frankly, it makes me want to gnaw off my own leg and run screaming for the nearest flight heading south of the equator ( I suppose I would be hobbling, though). With the frigid winds, icy streets and overall crappy weather…not to sound all end-of-the-world about it,...