Well, it’s taken a few days to get myself sorted out, unjetlagged, etc. Apologies for the extended radio silence.

I’m still in the midst of dealing with both unpacking and swapping over my closet from winter to summer. (Oh, yeah — it’s 80 degrees and humid, of course I want to wear that pink cashmere sweater. Yikes!) I’m also taking the time to pile up stuff to donate, so that I’m not tempted to hang onto things “just in case.” I’ll have to do it again on a much larger scale with the storage unit — this is good practice!

Since I lived out of one suitcase for 2.5 months and came home thoroughly sick of just about every outfit I could make out of its contents, it’s been fun rediscovering clothes that I’d have been delighted to have with me in Madrid, were it not for the indignities of Iberia’s checked luggage policy. And the fact that I don’t have access to a proper closet at Casa Pantalones.

One thing that struck me is how much color I have in my summer wardrobe — I didn’t take a lot with me when I packed, and I actually had to order a couple of jersey tops from Marks and Sparks just so I didn’t slip into a monochrome sartorial coma. But here at home, it’s like Pink-a-Palooza in my closet. As a rosy-cheeked, blue-eyed blonde, I “own pink” according to a dear friend of mine. (Hi, Joyce!)  It’s my go-to happy color, summer or winter. Makes you look a little more tan in the warm weather, a little less pasty in the cold. And it’s the best remedy ever for the morning after a night of not enough sleep, too much wine, etc.

What’s your “happy color,” dear ones? You know, the one that you wear and everyone says, “You look great in that!”

P.S. I haven’t been to the beach yet, but I’m hoping tomorrow will be my day. The water’s fairly warm by now, which means I’ll even be able to swim. New England’s like that… but I was taught to swim as a wee lass in the gelid Pacific. And I’ve got a nice layer of insulation, hee.