balls to you april! you’re not bringing any of your usual sunny self to the game. skirts, straps, and sandals enjoy cozy closet time while cashmere and cardigans work without end. highs in the sixties call for sweaters and socks. still. fancy folds of warm...
i’ve heard the whole raindrops and roses, whiskers on kittens spiel. but, shimmery and shiny, pearlies on pastels…. kick your whiskers’ asses. Similar posts:judges ruling.......a fashionable night!seafarermop...
balls. starting a new 6am class schedule today (shed-jewel since it’s ladylike tuesday) have no time for moments and pause or even punctuation iwillmaketimethoughforacrispwhiteshirt with my collar buttoned high and my head cut off i will eek out a wee bit of...
next time i try to curtail my coffee compulsion i’ll be less public. i’m missing my dark, potent companion desperately. sure we have our mornings together, but then it’s goodbye until a new dawn. tea just isn’t cutting it. i’m not the tea...
today i’m going to pretend i’m a lady who lunches. the tops of my ears will balance perfectly over my shoulders, hip bones paralleled beneath. ferragamo flats. cornelia james’ gloves i will cultivate charisma and allurement. and i will master the art...
