Sniff

Dug into the summer clothes yesterday, found a dress - a little black and white number - an old favorite for flopping around the house. Originally I got it for a party, New Years Eve, I think, a good ten or so years ago. It's long since been transformed into a 'house-dress' - it's so comfy (stretchy!), but still cute enough to not be embarrassed if someone drops by. Anyway, when I pulled it on yesterday (it's a no buttons, no zipper affair - brilliant), it smelled like Switzerland. Or at least like our laundry detergent there. Made me homesick. Or Swiss-sick? Whatever you call it when you deeply miss the last place you lived. Sniff.