Because my car ate all my money. Again. Bitch.
I’m kind of steering clear of summer clothes. Give that there have been precisely fuck all signs of spring so far, I believe in summer to roughly the same extent as I believe in endorphins.
Speaking of heels, I spotted these over at LK Bennett and I can’t quite get them out of my head. I know, I know, they are wildly impractical. That is what I love about them. Besides, they just found a dual purpose in (a) accessorizing that jacket and (b) generally improving my life.
To change tack entirely – owls! I like owls. I want the middle one at the back. I would call him Maximilian the Owl. The cats would not eat him, so he would be even better than a real owl. Probably, a real owl would be impractical and would have to fight Charlie for the mice, so that wouldn’t work.
You know what I found out today? Ann Taylor now ships internationally. Coincidentally, one of my black dresses has died, so I am allowed to lift my self-imposed black dress embargo. I even have the black patent heels to go with this dress already, so it’s basically half price on the grounds that I don’t need new shoes. In fact, if you think about it, I would be robbing myself not to buy it.
My sister has a new dog, and he is entirely awesome. While this is great for her, it has reminded me that I would like a dog. Specifically, I would like an Irish wolfhound. I mean, yes, they are a bit big and I’d either have to get another car or teach the dog to drive. But looksy how fabulous they are. A wolfhound would need miles and miles of walking, which would be excellent. Although, now I have seen this picture, I think that maybe the only thing better than one wolfhound is two wolfhounds…