Always, every year...starting at the end of July, when the cicadas start to sing, I start wishing the summer away.
I am dreaming of boots and coats and the falling of leaves.
Here we go with he Fall fashion, which one will put me debt first?
I would remove the bows...they are just gross.
My rebel inner teenager is finding this hard to resist. Those of you who knew me in high school know what I am talking about.
The last thing I need is a pair of boots and I am being serious. I have an addiction..if you don't believe me just look below. I am not posting this picture in an egocentric shout out.
I have a sickness. Someone please tell me: NO, you don't need any of these!
I wasn't lying and it is not a joke.
I put them all out like this in the Spring while I was cleaning my closet.
If I was a gambler I would be in rehab.
Now the search for jeans, which I find just as obnoxious as swimsuits. I refuse to wear bedazzles on my rump, so that means my choices are limited, unless I am willing to make the Nestle plunge to MOM JEANS!
Stretch, skinny, bootcut, straight let, blah, blah, blah. This search may take awhile.