Shall I compare this bag to a summer’s day? Or a spring day? Or, maybe more accurately, an almost spring day? When the melting snow unveils a foggy world of muddy greens and browns that remind you of things you didn’t realize you’d forgotten in the winter, like the existence of grass and the ability to maneuver your way through the park in your Sunday heels without fearing that a patch of black ice on the pavement will undoubtedly do you in. I love these almost spring days. Just before the Easter greens and springtime colors. It’s like watching the world yawn and stretch and grab a cup of coffee before the real work of the new season begins. Coach has a beautiful new springtime collection of handbags, riddled with pastels, creams, and (my personal favorite) this soft shade that reminds me of the early morning fog. Check out the collection here, if you’re feeling the springtime spirit move!
I had myself somewhat of an it’s-almost-SPRING! crisis the other day, mostly due to the balmy fifty-degree weather we’ve been experiencing. I ran to the grocery store and bought enough ingredients to make almost fifty (yes FIFTY) mini fruit pizzas. Because nothing says it’s-almost-SPRING! like mini sugar cookie crusts, cream cheese frosting, and a few cartons of brightly colored fruit. I ignored so many items on my to-do list just so I could spend the afternoon popping strawberries and blueberries and trying to figure out why I neglected to buy anything else that has been on our grocery list for the past week. Like milk. And bread. And vegetables.
But fruit pizza! Spring! And they’re mini! So it’s socially acceptable to eat five in one sitting.
In the spirit of it being almost spring, Darrin and I left one of our apartment windows open last night. We fell asleep confident in our decision, and I may have dreamed of little cartoon birds chirping outside our window the next morning as the sun rose. But we woke up freezing. Practically unable to leave the cozy comforts of the bed in order to close the damn window and deal with the reality that March in Minnesota is still cold, despite today’s high of sixty-degrees, and those little cartoon birds won’t be visiting our windows for at least another month or two. Talk about a lesson in patience.
Luckily there’s a few (or thirty) fruit pizzas literally and metaphorically chilling in my fridge. BRB. 😉
Hope you have a great start to your week!
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