Mike and I attended our first BBQ of the season over the weekend. That really is the way I can tell if spring has begun, once the BBQ invites start rolling in. The BBQ hosts happened to live out in the country (aka Gainsville) but it was a beautiful day for a drive.
Since being back home and having access to all the clothes I left behind when we went to Europe (they still won’t accept my apology, they don’t understand that bringing 12 suitcases for a 6 month trip is a little excessive) it’s been like my birthday everyday! I totally forgot that I even owned white denim- and that top is something I got on sale at Ann Taylor Loft like 6 years ago. Now that I’m seeing this written out I’m thinking it might be time for some spring cleaning…
I felt very brave wearing white denim to a BBQ- I was sure it would only end in tragedy ^^^
I’ve survived my first BBQ of the season without spilling anything on my white denim (miracle of miracles!) Perhaps it’s a sign that they should end up in the “keep” pile when my spring cleaning commences later?