peachy keen

Sometimes when you walk past a store after working since 5:30 AM counting dishes, pillows, and tiny air ferns, you get a little delirious. Delirious enough to sight a peach colored blazer from the hallway, walk directly into the store, grab your size, try it on without a fitting room, and go straight to the register. I mean, for $25, why not? Today (after much sleep and rehab from such a grueling wake-up call yesterday) I played dress up with my closet. It was fun to mix this into my new ishhh - making me that much more excited for spring! P.S. Thank you Punxatawney Phil (even though you are probably full of shit).