It's early in the month, but I already have a hunch on what I'm going to be delighting in. It feels like it's going to be a very antique, English, cottagey month. For one, I'm obsessed with ivory lace right now. I have a lovely cream lace dress (sorta like this one!) that's just begging to be worn with a pearl necklace and pair of brown, vintage-inspired, t-strap pumps. I guess you could say I'll be channeling my inner Downton Abbey, which I plan on watching over and over while drinking tea in lovely tea cups. I'll also be daydreaming about how to decorate the attic bedroom apartment I'll be moving into this summer. (I'm leaning toward an English cottage type of decor...) And seeing mint nail polish on my finger nails as I type or...well, do anything...is just one of those simple pleasures that one must indulge in.
ICYMI: I gave up Cotton after deciding that after trying so many things, my two adopted cats Dahlia and Cotton were just never going to get along. Long story short: I missed her. And Cotton's back. And Dahlia's not going anywhere. My heart is big enough to keep trying. And my apartment is big enough that if I need to keep them separated long term (or permanently), it can be done. I'm going to write-up a separate post about some of the solutions I've tried, how they worked, who they worked on, and what I'll be trying next. But in this post, I wanted to share the main 'piece de resistance' of having both cats in my apartment: an un-climbable, un-jumpable, see-through barrier to separate Cotton and Dahlia .