of dresses and links and sad stories of socks
I have two dresses in the house to consider wearing at my office event.
This one:
which only fits me in a large (wtf?) and leaves me looking rather busty. I like it but it can only be worn to an event - I don't attend many events.
And this one:

Which I really love, and which is NOT BLACK but which I need something over - or under, or SOMETHING. And a necklace, or a scarf. Sheesh. I don't know. (Also bust enhancing.)
Did I already give you the link for this? It's a pretty neat ap-type thing.
And, speaking of time, can you do this?
Here's a McSweeney's for you.
I am all about The Black Keys right now.
This is a fascinating, if not supersaturated chart of information. Stick with it.
I have just read this to Middle, after following a link about it from here. His response: Did you read about this on Full Of Shit dot com?
We are just back from a funeral at which we heard that that our departed friend put a note in her sock to remind her husband how much she loved him in case she died before he made it to where she was.
My heart was torn just a little when I heard that.
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The second dress is lovely.
And full of shit, indeed. I kind of despise precocious children.
http://www.ross-simons.com/products/779241.html
With knee boots and a jacket the first dress could be worn out a little more but the second one really does seem like the blackbird I know online. Although I have no suggestions for what to layer underneath it.
Funny, I followed the Fug Girls to the link about the girl who dresses as a different woman every day.
My WF is chouPas. No cabbage?
Like the little black number -darling.
She left a note. In her sock? OH MY.
God I love middle.
The dresses. I just bought two pairs of shoes for $17. I'm no help to you whatsoever.
and I was floored by the note in the sock. floored.
I find myself thinking about the note in the sock and praying that I have the time to leave a message. Anywhere. Even my sock.
If I left a note in my sock, someone helpful would be doing the laundry to help my grieving husband, and the note would dissolve in the washing machine.
Because he sure as hell wouldn't be separating the darks, turning things right side out, zipping the zippers, or checking the pockets. Let alone unballing the socks. I mean, hell--he doesn't do it now. Why would he do it when I'm not around to nag him?
Be gentle with yourself sweet. And get the second dress!
Poppy, exacty my thought. Love, Paola.