The Rants Go Marching Two by Too: Huzzah! Huzzah!

Flair Weather Friend Necklace

Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's
Skirt (a dress!): Monteau, Marshalls
Shoes: Guess, Marshalls
Bag: Lily Bloom, JCPenney
Sunglasses: Michaels

Punky Pineapple Necklace

Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's

Jeans: Vanilla Star, Boscov's

Shoes: Guess, Marshalls

Bag: Worthington, JCPenney

Barrette: The Tote Trove

Maroon bangles: Iris Apfel for INC, Macy's

Coral bangle: Silver Linings, Ocean City boardwalk

Fuchsia/white bangle: Mixit, JCPenney

If you're a college basketball fan (or just own a TV), then you know that March means madness.  As if the warp-speed winds of this lion-lamb month aren't bad enough, the NCAA sees fit to jab its elbows into the soft underbellies of our prime-time programming.  I know, I know. There's On Demand and Netflix, and no one watches TV in real time anymore anyway except ninety-year-olds.  And me. But I like my stegosaurus system of seeing my shows (as the oldsters say) when they air, commercials and all.  Choking down that last bite of tuna noodle casserole so you don't miss the opening zinger on The Big Bang Theory makes it seem like more of an event.  Like going to the movies to watch the next Marvel installment instead of catching it on cable while you clip your toenails.

Anyway, March is crazy.  One day it's snowing, and the next it's sidling up to sixty.  So I thought, why not embrace the madness and style summer stunner necklaces with sweaters that all but scream Christmas?  Because nothing says Santa like mulberry and jade in pop-the-champagne chenille.

I don't know about you, but sometimes I like buying things in (slightly modified) twos.  Like these sweaters.  In addition to being different colors, they're also different sizes (jade XS, mulberry S) and cost different prices (jade $3, mulberry $10).  Other than that, they're exactly the same, two jolly holly berries in a Mudd puddle pod.  I wore the mulberry one already just as it's pictured here, except with pink Uggs instead of the heels (snow, oh why do you hate me?).  And I'm looking forward to wearing the jade one, sun bag and all, before spring -- well, springs.

So I guess that March can be magical.  And magically delicious come St. Patrick's Day.  As long as that gruesome twosome -- sports and snow -- don't stink up the meadow.

Shamrocks hate stinkiness.