I would have five more of this skirt if I had imagination to think of five more colours. Wait, maybe one of them could be houndstooth and one could be plaid. It's a simple, to the mid thigh, mini skirt with waistband and belt loops and small slit up the back, close cut. Red. One in black, one in purple, one in navy, one in black and white houndstooth and one in pink and black plaid.
Perfect.
80s weren't all bad.
My shirt is 14 years old. (It's a Yankees World Series Champions 1996 shirt that I'm wearing as pajamas.)
David, I am so sorry for your loss; she is well-remembered, and it sounds like she will be sorely missed.
Brenda, my sympathy for your loss as well.
No, November's not good. My mom is always a little sad on Thanksgiving, because early Thanksgiving morning 4 years ago, our day started with her best friend's husband showing up on our doorstep to tell Mom her BFF had dies in the night. Heart condition.
David, understand it has to hurt. So sorry.
I have shoes that are over 20 years old where I was the original owner.
Then again on friday I wore a Harry Potter shirt that I bought before the first mover.
I have shoes that are over 20 years old where I was the original owner.
I don't think I can do that, although some of my heels are probably plenty old since they so little wear. Not 20 years, though. I bust shoes out.
The Scary Collection of Toupees
I think my fave is the "Bounty Hunter Wig."
If I hadn't gained so much weight, I'd still be wearing clothes I thrifted in HS and college.
How you know I'm a native Southern Californian: It's 50F out and I've put on an Icebreaker superfine merino wool top to brave the cold.
November is a mixed month for me, Thanksgiving in particular, but the good outweighs the bad. My sister was born on Thanksgiving (during dinner, no less), and many years later, my grandfather went to the hospital for the last time before he died. [er, that's my sister's birth being the good and my grandfather's death being the bad. just to be clear!]
On the good side, there's also my birthday and my dad's.