in the form of a bulgarian tradition.
in case you need a refresher, you can read about my first foray into my bulgarian roots HERE.
once again, adriana has tied me up with her foreign traditions thus transforming my winter blahs into sunshine and flowers. i mean, this is a much better way to celebrate spring than with old puxatawney phil. sorry phil, but those bulgarians get accessories when all you provide us with is a fleeting shadow and a hole in the ground. i can’t support that local custom, so i’m going global with this one.
thanks again for widening my horizons and teaching me the ways of the world, adi! i feel both stylish and cultured.