March has always been my most hated month and this one has been particularly cruel. Not only was it gloomier, rainier and snowier than usual–after a freakishly mild February–but I also lost my steam and my mojo along the way. There were a few bright spots, though, and this is my round-up of my crumble of blessings.
This spring is killing me in ways our mild winter never did. Where art thou, sunshine? I can’t keep wearing the same old pair of pants for another 30 days and the rest of my jeans all have some wear and tear in them. Anywho, clearly my sartorial choices have not been part of my monthly obsession. What has?
What have I been raving about for the past 29 days? That’s right, a whole extra day to feel intensely about inanimate objects!