Transitional Fear.

I have an irrational fear of the weather changing and
1. not having had the use out of the clothes relevant only to the closing season's weather and
2. not having clothes that look weather appropriate to the new weather for fear of looking
a) too keen for the new season's weather by wearing clothes appropriate to it or
b) too nostalgic towards the closing season's weather by desperately throwing every last piece of appropriate clothing onto my trouble laden back.

CLEARLY I am worrying about SPRING, the most terrible of all seasons, where joy and bare legs or at LEAST fewer layers are obligatory for every occasion. Spring should be miles away, not to be concerned with for weeks if not months, but the sun is coming out (and even I can't complain about that: I have new sunglasses) - so I've got to get out of my black coma sooner than I'd like. It pains me greatly. Still, if I see anyone wearing yellow in February I'm going to vomit.

Here's some fairly transitional inspiration: