I was in a pink kind of mood last Saturday; the sun was shining! Just around the corner, a sunny afternoon (or arvo, as the Aussies refer to it) was waiting for us. The natural shade I was sporting from the previous week was singing the blues in the worst way possible. I chose a cheery pink by the name of Primrose Hill Picnic from Butter London. After leaving French Pink, Scott and I wandered down to Yarra River by way of Starbucks. The sun in the Southern Hemisphere has been flexing its rays in a big way these past few weeks. My nail colour selection pays a homage to the awaiting season.