WHITE STUFF AND NONSENSE
God has decided to punish us East Coasters for our nano-second fashion season sense by dumping copious amounts of powdery sludge week after week, forcing us to plod around in clunky boots, burdensome coats, fat sweaters, and itchy hats for unreasonable amounts of time. Dear Almighty, please stop the mountainous precipitation that has hastened upon us and I promise I will wear my Cynthia Vincent "Roma" sandals waaaaay past my normal honeymoon period, that's a promise. amen.
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1 comments:
At least you are stylishly bundled!
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