ode to Jo

Have you ever worn a perfume where the moment you lift its cap you can feel yourself transform into pure gorgeous perfection?

o I have. 

Jo Malone Orange Blossom is my new found earthy pleasure in which i wish for the rest of my life to have in my possession.

my reaction, so severe from the moment i put it to my nose, my loving { and sacrificial} husband took me back to the store to get the larger bottle. 

glorious indulgence.

At this very moment I'm readying myself for a special date night, squirming to the point of internal tantrum for wearing the same sundress  { again} for a special occasion and suddenly i turn to Jo and I'm ready for the runway. 

i spritz again.

Someone call a cameraman.

dramatic?

absolutely. 

and every bit true.