my ittie-bittie black bridesmaid dress fits.

(not great, but the zipper is up.)

Two-a-day's til next friday, just to be safe.

I (God and John the Trainer) did it.

"Proud" doesn't even come close.

Next stop: the big reveal.

In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, the queen of shoemances: "Hello, lover."You don't understand: these shoes represent me. This is my 100th post, and it's dedicated to this amazing pair of genius that i tried on at Gauchos last sunday. not only are they $134.99, but they are rubber. and gold. and don't match anything in my wardrobe. but something about these shoes makes me feel i'd be a better woman if i owned them, not to mention how many miles they add to my legs. i'm not one to splurge on frivolous accessories, but honestly, i'd do something illegal to pay for a pair of Vivienne Westwood "Dragon Lady"s.

today, i'll listen to this song 100 times.
i'll sulk and have a pity party for myself:
the girl that doesn't get it all,
the girl with epically bad timing,
the girl that's back where she started.

It's safe to say we both could use this fire escape,
cause i've been breathing ashes in.