Recently, Hubby and I hosted an island-inspired fundraising party. We decorated the place like a tropical paradise. We served pitchers of Margaritas. We encouraged guests to wear their Key West Best.
We also dressed to help inspire the group. I wore a simple costume. Capris, billowy white top, wooden beads, flip flops, and a flower tucked in my hair. Never mind the 20 degree temperature and outside icicles. The warmth of a faux lush vacation spot felt tempting and delicious.
It's harder to describe Hubby's attire. Like staring into the sun, there are no suitable words for such an intensely blinding sight as this:
He has no shame and no sense of fashion. And no right at all to have coconuts that are bigger than mine.
But that's another story. Right now I'm looking forward to the weekend. It's almost here and, as usual, there's much to be done. If you're in the same canoe as me, do try and take a little time to relax.
It's a good thing to enjoy a smile...or two.