There's just something rather euphoric about wearing neon when the sun comes out to play. Never mind my face. I am actually feeling happy in these photos despite what my sun-soaked stink eye face may indicate.

It seems I no longer have an aversion to color.  Without counting the spots on this printed clutch, this is the least amount of black I've worn in, what, a month?  That, I blame on my move.  I finally got around to removing clothes from boxes which were once a makeshift nightstand, and finally found that my closet does include something besides black skinnies.  It seems that things are looking up... finally.