Hair in hot rollers, blotting NARS Jungle Red from my lips, balancing in heels as I go about my daily business around the house.
Did I mention this little leopard thing was Lanvin?
Only in real life, I’d be working most of the day, and appearing as such would hardly be appropriate. Granted I’m in my own cubicle the majority of the time—meaning I could take the plunge and wear something absolutely outrageous and all people would see are glimpses of dark hair bobbing up and down* over the top of my cubicle’s three walls.
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*Editor’s Note: In hindsight, choice words were probably not the wisest for imagery.