It is the lovely, delicious, fabulous equinox. Oh spring, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me again. Winter is so mean and dreadful, not at all soft and sexy and happy like you are, spring.
Sadly, I didn't realize it was spring until I'd already left for work, otherwise I would have dressed differently. I feel I should be wearing some flowery, sunny, garden party dress (even to work!) to celebrate the season of light and joy. Perhaps I will go home and unpack all the spring clothes and store the sweaters–of course that will insure grim and cold tomorrow, ha!
O:BNM update: The blood orange perfume is still lovely, but the sillage sucks and it doesn't really last. I'm thinking that maybe I'd rather smell like pomegranates than oranges anyway. The question is, do I want to smell like flowery spring perfume with pomegranate tones in it, or do I want to smell like actual pomegranates?
Yes, I am procrastinating. It is like crack, once you start, you can't stop. I might as well give up pretending like I'll get anything done. But I should buckle down and finish the important stuff so I can go outside. Outside in spring. I can take off my shoes. And sit in the sun. Hurrah. Of course thinking like that isn't making me work any faster.