Journaling: capturing those moments for posterity
that illustrate your true self. Messy and profane.
*Glassons.
The Primark of NZ – sort of. Target
if you’re from the US.
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
lady lawyer
When I slopped my way out of the shower this morning
and stood, dripping, before my wardrobe, I had a minor crisis on my damp hands. Usually it’s “I don’t own anything NICE to
wear to work”, but today it was “Oh fuck, everything needs to be dry-cleaned”. I am wearing a half-sleeve scoop neck top
printed with tiny scottie dogs, a too-short pleated skirt that should be worn
with tights in winter only, and a stretched out House of G* cardi. Because I felt so terribly unprofessional, I
have teamed it with the lovely irregular pearl necklace my mum and dad gave me
for Christmas (because adding pearls automatically makes it klassy, right?!)
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