It’s Friday. Thank God.
Something about this January gray business has really just pulled me down into a weird kinda funk. I’m sick of cloudy skies, I don’t want to wear jeans anymore, and I want to order an iced coffee because it’s hawt outside, dammit.
I have been terribly whiney — and wine-y — lately. How very annoying of me.
So I decided to do something about it. I decided I needed to get out, explore my beautiful city, and get inspired. Turns out, it was just what I needed.
I turned to my trusted partner in crime, the ever-relevant mimosa, and set out to turn my frown upside down. Don’t forget, Savannah has no open container laws. That’s inspiration in itself. Maybe it was the champs, maybe it was the sun, but whatever it was it did the trick. Here’s some photos from my adventure.
When in doubt, champagne helps. Look at my pretty blackberry floaters…
Some of the photos turned out a bizarre tinge of blue for some reason. I believe that is what you call operator error.
Savannah is full of intricate wrought-iron. Look at the acorns!
A crown in a tree. I’m sure this has some of significance, so I shall ask Mr. Google.
Doesn’t this remind you of the Secret Garden?
This is where I live. I’ve secretly made millions of dollars through this blog and bought this house. Not. But that’d be pretty neat, eh?
As far as I’m concerned, anywhere where you can walk around with a mimosa at 1PM in the afternoon by yourself and not be judged is an inspiring place indeed.
Hope everyone has an inspired day.