Once July hits, I truthfully would prefer just hanging out in my skivvies all day long (I don't do well with the summer heat). Even though that isn't really possible, I do dream of having pretty undergarments for when the occasion presents itself. It's hard not be in love with little silky and lacy things.
Is it strange that I want to be surrounded by animal skulls (from ones that died of natural causes, of course)? I suppose I just really want aspects of our home to remind me of a natural history museum- rocks, maps, bones, plants, and yes, all the skulls.