Friday Masochism--Getting It Over With Tonight

Well. It's the end of the week and this is as far as I can draw out the suspense.

First things first: the fall purse is unveiled.



I think it is also by some designer, but it's also a tag sale find so who cares. I am still card-carrying hoi polloi.

Enter my boudoir....


Watch out for the running shoes on your way in.

Here it is.



Now do you see why we are moving?

Pathetic, this is.

In former days of glory, I wore these cowboy boots with a kicky little velvet mini-dress by Betsey Johnson.


(I bought that retail, thank you very much).

And, okay, here is the weirdest thing I know about me: at the moment my perfume is a combination of a legitimate scent that Stuart likes on me and the Cucumber drawer liner scent from the Container Store.



Please do not ask
me how I struck upon this combination. Just know that I aspire to Jo Malone.

'Kay? Everybody satisfied now? I'm on my knees here.

Gathering up the dustbunnies.

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