I love Erin Wasson's style as much as the next girl blah, blah...BUT what we need to stop and discuss are her legs and how they put all others to shame...I'm eating a salad right now...Seriously.
I am off to the great, wide, glorious Midwest (Wiscounsin) this evening for the holidays and probably won't be posting for a while just in case the two people who read my blog get nervous....
I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A HAPPY MERRY JOLLY CHRISTMAS!
And I also want to share my Xmas present to myself! Alexander Wang Anya Wrap Booties in Chalk! SALES make me smile....They should make you smile too...BYE for a While....
Some books I may or may not have read: The Penal Colony by Kafka, The Chronicles of Narnia (all except the Silver Chair) by C.S. Lewis, The Inferno and The Purgartorio by Dante Alighieri, The New Kings of Non-Fiction with Foreword by Ira Glass, The Taming of A Shrew by William Shakespeare, The Glass Menagerie by Tennesse Williams, My Brother by Jamaica Kincaid, Hans Christian Andersen's Stories for the Young, The Fugitive and the Prisoner by Marcel Proust, An copy of the Vogue and Harper's Bazaar from the Month and Year I was Born (Feb. 1987) and My Freshman and Senior HS yearbooks....Some other stuff too but I just decided my fingers hurts... Some pictures of my room: A significant portion of my vintage tee collection which I am currently attempting to rebuild to its former glory...my vintage Pepsi crate that is mounted on the wall and used as a jewelry display. Same goes for the stripped tree branch, riddled full of nails...Lastly are some books that I keep on my windowsill a.k.a. my bookcase, most are borrowed from my much more intelligent roommates....
Here are some pics of what my roomates call "pets", and what I call "free-loaders" or "children depending on my mood....Maude is the black cat, Sinatra is the overweight tabby, Gigdet is the senile, elderly pomeranian and Ralph is our turtle...
Eugenia, one of my many roommates, is an old woman at 25. She will soon be a grandmother, as her daughter, Maude the Cat, has gone into labor. Maude, who believes in doing things the old fashion way, opted for a home birth. She has yet to give us the name of the father, but I suspect he's some good-for-nothing, deadbeat alley cat...Maude had better drop this litter before I have to go to work...