Sweet sassy molassy I WANT these shoes. What, do you suppose, are the odds of $158.00 extra dollars dropping out of the great blue yonder and plunking me on the head?
Christ on a cracker, it's cold here. I think I'm going to have to start layering leggings over tights if I am to continue my pants-strike (it's not really by choice, it's just that, all my pants suck!) Desperate times call for desperate measures.
As a dear friend put it: "I want her apartment I want her socks I want the way she horribly, brilliantly mangles BMW I want her smudgy eyes and her ridiculous glasses damnit!"
It's colder than a witch's teet in January outside, and I go around buying sheer flouncy little pink numbers and not wearing pants like it ain't no thang. My life is a rollercoaster ride into madness, y'all!
November 2007 is officially at an end, and I can't say I'm sorry to see it go. Now the mad downhill frenzy towards Christmas begins in earnest. Question numero uno: what's on your list this year? Here's a few from mine: