Tuesday, July 26, 2011
My first bathing suit casualty of the year, the sad part being that I hadn't even worn this one without the tags yet. It's the Vix Florence Hipster Clasp, minus a hipster, plus a misbehaving clasp. They're sending me a new one, which I've promised myself will not sit in the closet for two or three months while I run on the beach in ripped up collegiate shorts and tan line inducing sports bras.
I've decided I will wear this magical suit like a true hipster poser, lounging on the sand, and doing absolutely nothing except for texting one hundred and sixty words per minute while listening to the most obscure indie rock band my Ipod can come up with. Which will last about five and a half seconds. Maybe six.
In other self absorbed news, I'm into honey masks right now.
And taking photos of myself melting into the sink.
I wear them for about an hour or so or until I'm convinced that they've eradicated the freckles that started popping up on top of the bridge of my nose over the last few years, which my dermatologist refers to as age spots, which are NOT, they are freckles, at least until I start relying on Depends or wearing holiday themed visors to the beach. Or poking fun at hipsters.
(Did I just write that out loud?)
My milking stool made an appearance here yesterday, if you'd like to wave hello to Ms. French and check out her oh-so-lovely finds.
Oh, I keep forgetting! Look.
Did I show this to you yet?
I saved it eons ago so, of course, I have no idea where it came from, but I found it cleaning out my old computer and it's, like... a happy little cocktail, no? Someone please enlighten me as to where it came from.
Anyway, that's it for now. I'll be back soon with something more organized.