Sweater weather. Two words that are music to my ears. Sure, I complain about the cold more often than not (hello February) but there's something about bundling up in nothing but coziness that wins my heart every year. In Scottsdale, sweater weather was about three days in December and consisted of nothing more than light v-necks. Now that snow is on the ground for most of the winter--I just can't wait to get myself in these baby's and crawl up with a good book in front of the fire.
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