All in White

Arizona's in bloom! Which means pleasant cottony sights like this one:

And a lot of sneezing for me.

Neither Michael nor I spend much money on ourselves. I mean, we go out to dinner and movies and Greek festivals and everything, but we hardly ever buy clothes for ourselves. It had gotten to the point where I was essentially wearing the same five outfits to work every week and my 'going out' clothing options looked like this:

1. Dark jeans with black tank top

2. Dark jeans with blue tank top

Michael's wardrobe is in a similar condition. So we decided to take some money out of our checking account, quit husbanding our funds and treat ourselves to some smokin' new outfits. (Isn't it strange that the word 'husband' can mean 'to use sparingly, to conserve'? It does.) (If they saw my husband's generous use of Clorox wipes, they might have to reconsider the term, eh? Zing!)(I'm kidding. I can't really complain. His approach to using the wipes is definitely preferable to my own, which usually entails using the little wet cloth until it's filthy and tattered.)

Anyway, while I was out shopping this weekend, I couldn't help but imagine myself wearing these things on the black cliffs of Santorini. Which might or might not have inspired me to purchase one pair of white linen pants.

When I did a fashion show for Michael later, he agreed I looked very cruisey.