Something about the coming of spring, the official sunny warm walk outside without a jacket coming of spring, that puts me in a mood. I don't know what the right word is to describe it. Sexy, sensual, passionate, alive. Not that I don't feel this way other times, its just that the feeling is so magnified this time of year. An all consuming urge to explore and enjoy life, to go out and create.
It makes me want to fill the tub with my fav Bath and Body Works Black Amethyst bubble bath scented with bergamot and sandalwood. Do the whole routine with bubble bath, body wash, and spray. Take a long warm bath with the door open so the sun falls through the window into the bath. The slightest bit of steam rises from the water so the scent fills the room as I just lean back with a towel behind my head and soak with jazz quietly playing in the background.
It make me want to sit on the bed in my silk robe and do my nails with China Glaze midnight seduction, another fav. I won’t even bother straightening my hair, which seems so cold weather, just pull in back in a wild mess of black curls. Than just a last spritz of body spray before I pull on some grungy clothes and a pair of flip-flops. I'm ready to go out and take some pics.
Not that I did all that, no never.
W. Somerset Maugham wrote "It’s a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it."
So much truer in the spring.
It makes me want to fill the tub with my fav Bath and Body Works Black Amethyst bubble bath scented with bergamot and sandalwood. Do the whole routine with bubble bath, body wash, and spray. Take a long warm bath with the door open so the sun falls through the window into the bath. The slightest bit of steam rises from the water so the scent fills the room as I just lean back with a towel behind my head and soak with jazz quietly playing in the background.
It make me want to sit on the bed in my silk robe and do my nails with China Glaze midnight seduction, another fav. I won’t even bother straightening my hair, which seems so cold weather, just pull in back in a wild mess of black curls. Than just a last spritz of body spray before I pull on some grungy clothes and a pair of flip-flops. I'm ready to go out and take some pics.
Not that I did all that, no never.
W. Somerset Maugham wrote "It’s a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it."
So much truer in the spring.
*sigh* deliciousness. it all sounds wonderful. funny what that spring weather can do.
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