The cost of smelling sexy

The cost of smelling sexy

Last weekend, Taavi and I were roaming our local mall. I was determined to find a winter version of my beloved flowy summer pants. You know the ones... they're so wispy you feel like you’re wearing nothing. I get compliments wherever I go (which is kind of fun, like I’m bonding with other women who think comfort is sexy too). Once again, we made the mistake of entering through the Bay. Where you have no choice but to wind through the maze of wafting perfume stands to get to the other side (or in our case run, desperately trying not to breathe)...