And I finally finished unpacking. Sand was dusted off shoes. Suitcases meticulously crammed back into the closet. A bottle of crisp white wine cracked open. A new duvet gloriously wrapped around my body. The pure bliss of a thread count induced high.
Nothing beats the smell of new linens. Or leather. Or plastic (don't tell me I was the only little girl who loved to sniff her barbies).
Sometimes I think that's why I'm such a nose picker. Gotta keep those airways clear to take in all these wonderful scents.
Yes, wedding planning has left me slightly deranged.
photo by James Jowers