I Love Your Colors

For a few days the sun peeked it's glorious head out of the clouds and the smog and warmed our little piece of the world up to a point where we couldn't contain ourselves any longer.

We were outside in shorts with balls and picnics and soaking in the warm air.

Of course, while having a picnic in the front yard why settle for just a blanket when you can have the whole table set?  This is what I came home from work to.



This morning is cloudy and overcast and rainy, which is fine.  We're planning plans for spring and summer and thoughts of travel and beaches are on my mind.

It also helps that an adorable elderly man stopped me in the store parking lot and told me, talking about my outfit, that he "loved my colors."  And then he continued on his way.  Talk about adding sunshine to someone's overcast day.

Since I'm not a fashion blogger I didn't have a full outfit picture taken in front of my full length mirror but here's my colors  and I love that old man for the compliment this morning.  Especially since I'd been battling with Cali when I left.  Nothing new there but it leaves me so... deflated.

And I suppose I should say I'm thankful that my mascara magically disappearing from my makeup bag, with no searching and sorting through drawers, cupboards, mirrors, and even trashcans in two bathrooms to unearth it again, and thus making me stop at the store on my way to work, and thus running into said cute old man.

No.  I'm still kind of annoyed by that.  Because mascara is my thing.  You know, that thing you can't leave the house without.  And I had to.  And eyeliner without mascara looks really funky on your eyeballs.

All the way through the store and through checkout.  And even past the kindly old man.

Whew.  I made it.  I ripped that package open and slapped that stuff onto my eyelashes as fast as you can say late for work.

What choice did I have?  I'm OCD like that.

Speaking of OCD.  I've come to terms that Brynn's OCD tenancies come from me.

It's only taken me 11 years to admit that.

To her future husband: I'm so, so sorry.

And probably Cali's stubbornness.

I only admit to this because The Man says he's pretty sure it's so. I myself am still on the fence about it, but for the sake of argument,

to her future husband: I'm so, so sorry, but you should also talk to her dad about this one.  I'm not ready to take full blame for it yet.

And a question for this Wednesday: When going on a camping trip, take the goldfish to a neighbor's house for the week or take the fish with you in tupperware?

I"m seriously leaning towards tupperware.