Long story short: I came, I saw, I conquered. (Translate: I came, I saw, I swooned, I tried on, swooned again and my lovely, lovely mother forked over her credit card. So technically, she conquered. I just wore.) Short story long: This whole forties-fifties-sixties-seventies redux comes at such a ... Read More
Fitting Room Confessionals: I Lied When I Said Love at First Sight Doesn’t Exist
I don’t usually post photos for a few reasons: (1) I’m not particularly photogenic, (2) I feel a bit vain if I’m posing unless I’m with friends or actually at an event, (3) I have a regular digital camera (which I’m more than happy with) and (4) I’m very, very lazy. I’m also great at making excuses ... Read More
On My Aversion to the Color Pink
Read: Pink (A Theory) . . . I cannot take myself seriously if my fingernails are freshly polished in some sort of pastel varnish. Especially when there’s glitter involved (somehow I’ve become quite smitten taken with painting all ten digits with a cream color, and then garnishing the index ... Read More