i’m all out. sapped dry. parched. no rococo ruffles or fancy feathers to whet my whistle today. it’s been a putty colored, purgatory morning. are you in or are you out winter? goosebumps still accessorize my outfits. still can’t quite find the...
i know it’s kind of an old trend, but i’m taking a liking to locks slashed with shades of pastel pretty. the girly badass of it all, makes me happy. kind of like a string of pearls and a filthy mouth. even more giddisome is the all over pink shell: a...
cool beans! we’re getting another rainstorm. kick up my boots i will! nothing like a rainy weekend to soar my spirit. march mists rehydrate my gleeful and gamesome cells; encouraging me to twirl in public again. a cleansing of extravagance and excess. a...
