Spring in Canberra is a big deal. It gets cold here - not so cold as to get snow, worse luck - and so when plants blossom into new life well, it's a nice thing.
We have semi-casual Friday in my office. I normally celebrate by wearing my Hawaiian shirt. As does A who sits on the north side of the horseshoe from me.
One of our news starters is a girl from Queensland. She sent around a branch wide email suggesting that this casual Friday that in deference to the start of Spring that we all wear something that had a floral motif.
I sent an email...
Do A and my Hawaiian shirts count? They're floral. Plus mine smells like a meat cooked in a hangi. Well, I wish. If it did I'd probably end up unconsciously chewing on my collar like a dog trying to bypass its neck cone.
Sounds like an awesome fragrance. I can see the ad now.
'Be like the flesh cooked on hot rocks underground... Hangi ... by Calvin Klein.'
Now I have to admit, I didn't expect a reply, but well, I got one!
Somehow you make a rather revolting concept and fragrance sound raunchy....
And yep - Hawaiian shirts definitely count!
A response was needed!
That's the beauty of Calvin Klein. You can take any statement of grossness then leap to the title + maker.
Fetid water seeping into a freshly dug grave ... Eau cadavre by Calvin Klein
Excellent. I checked my shirt today and it has palm trees on it. Now I know that technically palm trees are not deciduous and thus do not rebirth in Spring, however one could argue that palm trees are an iconic representation of a pleasant seasonal atmosphere of oceanic warmth and thus count.
M suggested I could wear a flower in my hair. I could either glue it over my bald spot or entwine it in my below neck hair but either way I'd argue it's a bad look...
Yeah ... I got no further replies.