We were at Macy's and Anna was browsing clothes.  I'd already tried on some stuff at Express (whose clothes I adore) including this particular gray off-the-shoulder sweater (which I want).  Since I'd already spent some time in the dressing room wanting things, I decided to try on perfumes, instead.  I've always had a weak spot for a vast selection of perfume, even at Canton's Macy's, where you walk in and it smells like a humid, musty, leaking old bathroom.  I'd already sprayed myself liberally with L'Imperatrice during our time at Dillard's (predictably) so I had no more room for other fragrances.  Still, I love to sniff, and so it was that I found myself at the counter with Dolce & Gabbana and Burberry perfumes.  I was always able to appreciate Burberry for its sexy sophistication, but I must have never smelled 

Burberry Brit Sheer, because I loved it right away.  It's a fruity floral smell that's really youthful.  I took a card and sprayed it, digging a pen out of my purse to write "Brit" on it, feeling like a nerd all the while.  Then I smelled Burberry Summer.  It's fresh and lovely...dignified, definitely, but in a very youthful way.  It's got top notes of riesling, redcurrant, and fresh citrus with heart notes of freesia and a base of musk and cedar.  A second card was sprayed with it, and "Summer" was written on the card.  I can imagine some confusion from the older lady behind the counter as I catalogued the perfumes on display like some mad archivist.  My second quandary was trying to figure out where to place these so the fragrances didn't blend with one another.  Summer went into the pocket of my changepurse with my driver's license, and Brit Sheer went with my iPod.

Anna didn't like it.

The high today was 64 F.  Overjoyed at the cool air, I happily put on my favorite AE plaid skirt, gray tights, my new black flats, and this blue Old Navy sweater we'd bought on clearance for like $4 at Plato's Closet.  Joyfully dressed in a fall outfit, I noticed that while some people had started to put on pants (you'd be a fool to dress in anything less on a day like today), people tend to cling to summer as long as possible, with flip flops and short sleeved tops staying worn long into fall.  Of course, I won't get started on exploring the psychology (or lack of) behind this.  Anyway.  It was lovely feeling comfy for once.  I can't remember the last time I wasn't burning up.