farewell my endless, carefree as a whisper, summer. i will miss you much. i will miss the smell of your backyard barbecue. the silent, but potent neighborhood bell which beckoned the sunburnt, beach-cruiser riding puppies home each day from the sand. how sad...
who else is dying to copycat this with me? c’mon! i’m thinking late night, alt style? i know mel would be game. who else? Similar posts:fashion crime: a sequel...currently diggingfashion field tripweekend...
so here it is, after a hilarious and rife response to words that give us the ick, i give you: ~words that make me capsize with happy~ words when uttered or heard, wrap me ’round like a soft blanket of baby, mewing kittens. like my earlier post, these words...
big, fat juicy summer cherries. berry stained lips. my sweet-sounding bangles. new art for the home. check this girl out. homemade bouquets from the garden. and i’m LOVING this book. this guy nails tee-rash like nuttin’ i ever read. what are you currently...
i have a commercial audition today. they’re calling for an upscale, asian professional girl. okay? well, i’m sure my competition {let’s not kid ourselves that’s what they are} will show up in smiles, skirts, kitten heels, hips matchstick slim;...
last week, one of my favorite blogs, the red carpet-fashion awards, paired abigail breslin up against annalynne mccord wearing the the alice + olivia dawn jumpsuit. who do you think wore it best? well, not to sound like a puffy peacock, i think i wore it...
