Just in time for the bleakness and the grayness of winter: Yellow. Big and bright and beautiful; the hot sun on your neck. We know what we know and Spring is coming eventually, we swear. But still, we're thinking of Spring in November? It's sad at worst and Pollyannaish at best: not yet Winter (officially, but don't tell Loveland) and we're already thinking Spring (a capital S no less!)? Yes, here we are, cups overflowing, two flights of shag-carpeted stairs. A proper pair of Aprils, a couple of idiots, babbling and strewing flowers. But fuck all of that: beauty is enough after all. Look for more of it in our new catalog, with new colors, come Spring. Come Spring!