Hints of Spring

Vienna was experiencing unusual high temperatures during the last week (-13°C).

Which colour says "spring"?
No, not blue as seen in the picture below. This is just a starter for today's posting.

This is how I start my day. No way, you would rather stay in bed:

Recently, while reading other people's blogs, I noticed that picture-titles below the pictures aren't practical at all. From now on, I will place the title on top of each photo. Due to scrolling-reading, which differs from book/paper-reading, some layout-rules don't apply anymore. I was wrong (thinking, below would be the proper place).

Back to the mild climate and 13°C .... it did not take long and I started seeing spring everywhere:

one ingredient of a late pasta-dinner:

After 15 years I said good bye to the soap dish in the bathroom. Had enough of the stains every second day inside the dish. Liquid soap it is!

First I intended to buy the figue-soap by Savon de Marseille, but since I am on the green wave, I could not resist the Verveine. And I can tell you, the scent is divine!

Spring = Skirts = Tights

Good old Palmers - they have been redesigned and Libelle (the cheapest 20DEN tights you can find) don't come in this wrapping any more:

Skirts = Shirts = Ironing

Ah, the best way to start a fresh day:
Ready, Refill and ... Plug:

With Shu Uemira, "Moisture" comes in green:

Ok, maki edo does not count as green but since I fall for wabisabi, and it is a nice bridge from the Shu Uemura above, it is in.

The remains of a high end shop-bag - ready for salvation army. Just the paper bag, not the purse!

In case you enjoyed the hints of spring, you will love this:
http://sundayinbed.blogspot.com/2011/02/fruhlingserwachen.html
Beate is the best "photo-picker" I know so far :-)

Speaking of bloggers - the moment you post a funny, beautiful and entertaining posting, please let Louise know! She is ended up in the hospital (!!!) shortly after Yasi had hit her house. Now she has lots of time and a laptop with her.

Have a nice day!

EDIT:

I almost forgot the oldest green:

He was a gift from my first babysitter, '74 probably. No Steiff-bear for me but bell-bottoms and lots of chest hair. Over the years the cotton went down into his legs and he became a small chested bear.