What’s the connection between an old pair of farm coveralls and French perfume?

Well, there wasn’t one….until two days ago.

The perfume was a Christmas gift from Lisa, a dear friend who lives in London. I had admired her perfume for years and she surprised me this year with a bottle of my own!  It was a lovely gift and I just couldn’t wait to give it a spray…but when?

I think I stayed in my PJs until late in the day on Christmas but on the 26th, as I headed out to the barn to do chores, I walked past the bottle, turned around and gave myself a spritz—right there in those coveralls.

I was smiling as I filled water buckets at the spigot; the wind picking up the scent and carrying it.

Those ole coveralls will never be the same (thankfully)!