It started harmlessly enough.
I cut my own bangs. I liked them. I got my top lashes dyed so now I don't wear makeup anymore. And then a kind gentleman brought me roses (unrelated to getting my bangs cut--but maybe not...?) and they lasted a long time, but never forever. So I turned them into a crown and got undressed and took photos.
Someone needs to haul me off to a nudist colony already and get it over with.
I've been in such a girly mood. I want flowers in my hair, lace on my body and only the prettiest nail shades. And I'm sorely craving white denim. I'm sorry this isn't much of an outfit post. I've been so lazy; I read a lot. And go to brunch with my girls a lot, a la Sex and the City.