Just when the birds (singing) flowers (blooming), and I (packing away all my winter clothes) thought Atlanta weather had adjusted the dial to “SPRING,” it was 40-50 degrees this past weekend… “NOT SPRING.” I grabbed this left-un-put-away-because-I’m-thinking-of-wearing-it with-shorts (sleeves pushed way up, of course) striped sweatshirt, dug out my plaid coat, and decided to springify the winter look below.