"A bright color to bring you back to life after a dismal winter"

A certain conversation over at Philofaxy last year got stuck in my mind ever since:

"Alexandra asks:
Say if you have 6 personals or whatever do you change them according to your mood?..."

And somewhere in the comments, Saffronia answers:

"I put my own little twist on that to justify owning 4 personal Filos.
One for each season will allow the upkeep of each organiser.
Teal Finchley for the spring, a bright color to bring you back to life after a dismal winter.
Gooseberry Domino for the summer, as it is easy to clean and quite lightweight.
A Green Epping for the fall. A little bit collegiate and great in contrast to the amber autumn skies.
An Almond Amazona to fit the very classic fashion of the crisp winter.
Itr just seems so fitting, no?"

Isn't she genius? 

And so I was left longing for a Personal Finchley in Teal. I did wait and search for it for long months and when I finally got one, it was mid Autumn. Couldn't be further away from the teal-time, could it! So I waited patiently, eager for the first smell of spring to come so I could activate it, it was so beautiful!

I did transfer all my stuff into it in March:

 


I tried to re-create the warm sweepings of spring, hence the new green leafy dividers and the pen that reminded me of the early morning sky.
And since I usually don't use the zippered pockets for anything practical, I figured the Finchley's mesh pocket at the back would be perfect for a flowery scented bag.
I picked sweet peas and I know, Finchley has a beautiful leather smell by itself alone, but having sweet peas wafting out of the pages and my handbag from time to time is so heart warming! 

I guess this would have been a perfect romance (Finchleys are amazing!) hadn't I  met someone else instead while waiting for the right time for our date (what a moral of the story!). And so, instead of a delightful, longingly awaited transfer, there was a lot of heartbreak when emptying out the Piccadilly.

This will not last and I just wanted to do it since it was planned for so long, I wouldn't forgive myself if I hadn't even tried and then later found myself longing for it in October again. But despite all its beauty, this lovely Finchley and I don't connect at all and I feel as if being forced into a relationship (gosh, hear how that sounds!). So while my Piccadilly is having a retreat and many facials, I struggle here. :)