I’ll be wearing my white pants, white flowy linen shirt, white flippers, and If fragrance until the clock strokes midnight.
Adieu hyacinth candles, baths with the windows wide open, hot, sticky nights with the ceiling fans as our soundtrack, out of the saddle beach cruiser rides for margaritas and guacamole, pink toenails, hydrangeas by the bucketful, and even though my person never once made it into a bathing suit (making sign of cross as i write this;) i bid farewell to the idea of my adorable rainbow bandeau bikini with the giant gold hoop (channeling my most glamorous Kelly Garrett.)
Woo hoo! Irene, you rock.
Just found "Good Night Irene"…very, very clever & cute! Though I don't know about the title…the lyrics are about a potential suicide. He toys between drowning in the river or overdosing with morphine.
I vote for the latter.