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It's been a long time since I've seen her, Gypsophilia, my romantic, feminine self. I cannot tell you the last time I walked into a Victoria Secret with the kind of confidence one has when they know, I will look good in this. Instead, I have found more cotton drawers that resemble the ones my Grandmother wore [OH MY GOSH!] than the soft, dainty lace ones I used to love to buy simply because they were so pretty! Naturally being the tomboy that I am, there has been a whole lotta denim, and a lot less lace lately. But still, where'd that girly side of me go?! She's been either hibernating, or frolicking in some distant meadow without me for way too long! Someone please tell me it's not too late for me! Today, finally able to venture out of the house to run errands, I found myself entering a shop and bought a bottle of perfume, something I haven't done in ages. In an attempt to enchant my senses, I decided that yes, perfume has to be the best way to go to draw miss Gypsophilia back to the surface. With February having been tagged the Month of Love, I've decided to dedicate this month to the celebration of love and femininity. Ahh yes, I dare say, romance is in the air. . . with subtle hints of musk, amber, and dusky flora.
