Yawn. It’s been unseasonable cold here, which has led me to have the conversation with myself that always occurs around November/December.
“Why the fuck am I still here?”
“Snow is bullshit, man. This blows.”
“Screw this, I’m getting on a plane tonight. I don’t care if I have to sell my body on the streets when I arrive in California.”
On the plus side, my rich plum lipstick suits the drab weather perfectly.
I do have one reason to smile- I finally got my hands on Lippmann’s Superstar nail polish. I stalked it for months and yes, it was worth the wait.
Please forgive my ragged cuticles.
The closest Chloe kitten comes to smiling. She usually just stares at me like she’s caught me doing something extremely naughty and she’s judging me like a minister’s wife.
sweater- old navy
boots- jeffrey campbell
necklace- my mom
listening to… “Hazy Shade of Winter” by The Bangles