You don't get that purple sky without a teeth-numbing chill along for the ride. It sure is pretty, but I'm about one nosebleed away from investing in a bedside humidifier and cashmere underpants.
And you all thought Seattle Freeze was describing our shitty personalities. Welcome to December! Now let's go back inside and not talk to each other.
in other news...
Pubes are back. For how long? Who knows. But I'm glad that society will approve of my extra layer of insulation through these chilly winter months. Is it technically still fall? Whatever.
I had lunch the other day with one of my dearest and most beautiful friends, and we met up with a very cool and wise lady - dare I say a Maven? - who could tell us what it's like to be successful, creatively fulfilled and decently wealthy. When asked about a good nighttime eye cream, she recommended this serum-infused face mask. Considering that Aveeno (no Aveda ... Aveeno) is my biggest skincare splurge, $135 for some foil packets of mask is a far-off luxury. But it makes me excited to be in my 40s, potentially with a dual income. I can vouch that her skin really did glow.
Got these pants yesterday. So if you see me drop-crotching my way around town some time, shout something like "Hey, nice Pants!"
It's my never ending new year's resolution to Look Good/Be Cool/At Least Look Like I'm Trying and these pants are Step 77. Think they're amazing? I agree. You can get a matching pair if you want! Let's drop-crotch together.