Friday, May 4, 2012
It's Thursday morning and I'm writing Friday's post early because I'm heading away for the weekend with my girlies. I have so much stuff to do still, including finding my camera and having a deep discussion with myself wherein I decide which swimsuit looks best, but I had to squeeze in time to write this post and schedule it for tomorrow... er, today.
Is it weird that I feel like I'm writing from the future? Just so you know, there's flying cars.
Let's do it.
Also, I think that while disgusting, dung is a much better word than poop. Who's with me?
Yes. This is a very mature fashion blog full of serious fashion.
This post is deteriorating by the second.
Translation: I made this crappy shoe with my glue gun, some pretzels, and stuff I found at Michaels. Can I have $100 now?
Elizabeth was devastated, yet strangely empowered when she was diagnosed with a fatal hair tumor. Luckily a photographer was on hand to capture it all. Let's all light a candle for Elizabeth tonight, feeling grateful for our hair health.