I've always hated my name. It sounds like a calendar girl name.
"And here's Miss April wearing only cherry bloosom pasties and a fig leaf!" Ug.
My parents were planning on naming me Heather until my Grandpa showed up at the hospital and decreed that being born on the first day of April, my name should be such. My grandpa was a sailor. Maybe he had fond memories of a certain Miss April who had covered the wall over his cot.
Whatever the case, I have never liked my name. But I do like what it means.
Rosa calls me Abril, which makes me happy.
This is my time of year. My birthday is coming, spring colors look the very best with my compexion and the birds are back.
I do love birds. I've said it before, if I were a rich woman, I'd have a sunroom filled with various types of finches. And I'd have someone to care for them. In the afternoon, I'd take my iced drink and a good book and lounge amoungst my finches and read. To me, that would be heaven.
Aren't these photos amazing? They were taken by a brother/sister team in Japan. Maybe when I'm old, I'll take up bird watching. Do you think I could take my little dog along with me?
In other news, I found my Easter dress. It is a Baraschi sheath embroidered with, of all things, birds. It's sooooo me. I just need to find a little green shrug and a pair of fabulous pink heels to go with it. And it's high time I made myself a pair of earrings. I'm thinking light blue topaz dangles.
If only I could embroider like this. The things I could make!
Hello Spring. I'm glad you came. Stick around for a while.