Spring Delights...

Cecily Mary Barker.

The Swing, Jean Honoré Fragonard.

I adore spring. It's just one of those things that it would be strange not to love. I would be silly to say it is my favorite season, because I simply can't decide, but there is something so magical, so romantic, so anticipated about spring. Something that makes everybody come out into the street at twilight, or play music in their cars with all the windows down, or just walk slowly and smile knowingly to themselves. Every spring is different, just like no month is alike to the last, but it's the way all the blossoms all seem to decide to erupt at the same moment, filling the lane-ways with scent, that gives spring such a languid, sentimental feeling. Like a movie that you've seen before, so many times, yet you still thrill to every line. Maybe that's just me, but there is always that day, towards the start of spring, in which the colours are softer, the air so much brighter, and the scent more fragrant than ever before.

Luella Spring 2010

Dior Fall couture 2009

And spring fashion, how I adore thee! But I'm afraid, even with so many exciting new trends calling my name, I still pull out my old floral frock and feel all new and different despite having worn it with the same enthuse the spring before. Maybe it's just spring that gives everything a fresh touch, a new look, alters our outlooks on things we have discarded. That is, all except winter coats!

Mochino Cheap & Chic Spring 2010

So, please tell me, what do you do on the first day of spring? Do you dance around in the sunlight, or pull out your favorite frock? Or both? Whatever you do, do it fancy-free, and with a light heart full of new beginnings. And that, my dears, is the essence of the magic that is spring.

Lady-Bird Kisses,
Erinna.