Sunshine does something to me. I’ve turned into one of those hopeless romantics that writes sonnets about the sunshine and flowers and jumps awake to see the sunrise.
Super annoying. My poor husband.
Spring is like a happy pill, some sort of drug right to my veins that turns me into an intolerable Disney character. But if spring makes me blissfully happy I’m not going to fight it, I’d rather kick up my heels and enjoy the non-rain.
Love my heels? Make your OWN and join me!
xo Alana
at 8:16 pm
The first sign of spring is leaving work while it’s still light outside. IT’S SO CLOSE.
at 4:05 pm
Amen! Sorry it took me so long to respond, but now it’s summer! Yay
xo Alana
at 6:09 am
I love your blog!
at 2:43 pm
OMG Thanks youuuuuuu!
xo Alana