I went to snatch my hand away, but Trent caught my hand in his, startling me. I looked up to see warmth on his face. His smile held the promise of happiness. He scooted closer and held my gaze for a breath, glanced down. He leaned forward, as if he had no control over his actions. I inhaled his nice, soapy-clean scent, and all coherent thought left my head.― Sherry SouleYou know, there really is something heady about soapy-clean scent trailing a man after a shower. I have a particular weakness for the scent of Irish Spring mixed with certain manly pheromone. Ahem.
I did lean forward when I was taking these photos, but only because I was trying out a new blog pose which didn't turn out right so wasn't included. This pretty fabric is still on rotation in my wardrobe. I haven't tired of it. This time I wore pink flats to highlight the pink floral on the green skirt. 
#DIY skirt / 1937 est. flats / Kumkang Renoir #bag / Venture shirt 
