And just like that, another week comes to a close. “Like sand through an hour glass, so are the Days of our Lives.”
Here’s what was keeping it awkward this week:
We’re having a bit of an Indian Summer here in NYC, a vaguely (extremely) racist term which always makes me think of Little House on the Prairie (remember The Long Winter, you guys?!) and I decided this warm day was the perfect excuse to try out the booties & bare legs trend I’ve been seeing around. It’s not going great. Whenever I wear like “an outfit” I always end up feeling super self conscious and wishing I’d stuck to jeggings. Today I didn’t want barefeet in my boots (stanky!) so I’m wearing a really scrunched down pair of nude knee-high stockings which keep unscrunching themselves and riding up my legs & outta my boots. It’s not a good look, gang. Not a good look.
On Tuesday night I straight up butchered my thumb making enchiladas and used up all my band aids, so instead of buying more I crafted this bandage out of scotch tape and part of a panty liner. How’s that for thinking outside the box (of Kotex)!
This Lady’s VPL.
That’ll teach her to wear white skirts after 1983.
The Creep Who Photographed This Lady’s VPL.
It's been a long week, you guys, a long, long week.