Spring has sprung, and you better believe I’m doing the totes cliché thing, by busting out my florals. Hey, it’s cliché for a reason! All tyyypes of florals neeeed to be seen, and worn, and smelled in spring, after the cold, deadness of winter. Am I right? Or am I right. I love this quote: “Here in the South, we don’t hide crazy. We parade it on the front porch, and give it a sweet tea.”:) Disclaimer: I was born-and-raised in Georgia, so I’m showing no disdain, nor discrimination for/of southern people. I’m a Southern Crazy, too, and do plenty of parading. Back to my topic, though – I say, join the masses, and flaunt those florals with flare (and with a sweet tea, if ya wish). See what I did there? Alliteration AND a corny pun – I’m on fiyah this morning! (All my children groan.)

Shopped some floral favorites, + my flares are on sale (love them!!). Boom.