Last night, I had a dream it was 80° and sunny on Valentine’s Day here in the Northeast. I was confused, but I liked it. My dreams lie to me. It’s Snowman central here in RI. Summer feels like a million days away, and the unrelenting cold is making me delusional. I can’t think of any other reason why I’d put an $1800 pair of shorts on Red Tag Couture. DELUSIONS!
If I lived in a warm-weather region, I’d throw on the ever-so chic pair of Valentino pink lace shorts with a feminine blouse to celebrate the “night of hearts & flowers” with my husband and our favorite toy poodle. We’d eat light fare on the patio and sip crisp, brut champagne. At the end the evening, we’d share a giant slice of dense, flourless dark chocolate cake with mounds of fresh berries.
Instead, I’ll continue to live where I do and bask in the hope that my dreams occasionally provide me! No shorts until June. BUT that chocolate cake and champagne…