Dear LuckyFabb + New York Fashion Week, I can’t wait to visit! (Tickets, booked.)
Dear Friday, I’m so glad you’re here.
Dear week, you have sucked. We’re not friends at the moment.
Dear Doctors, when delivering crummy news to patients, I’d advise offering up some candy, or at least a sticker. Just because I’m in my twenties, doesn’t mean a lollipop wouldn’t help.
Dear Nordstrom Anniversary Sale, thank you for your impeccable timing. Today, after work, I will buy boots I don’t need, a coat I most certainly don’t need (Miami is never actually cold), and I will eat a ridiculous plate of french fries at your fabulous cafe, where really I should be ordering salad — but I won’t.
July 27, 2012 2 Comments
Dear Summer, despite your crazy humid temperatures, I kind of like you. Keep the cherries coming.
Dear crazy low-iodine diet I’m forced to be on for the next two weeks, I hate you.
Dear spammers filling up my blog e-mail inbox with e-mails titled awkward subjects like “Interest in Cooperation”, no I would not be honored to link back to your weird rhinestone/plastics/beanie babies overseas website “at absolutely no charge to me!” (Aren’t I a lucky girl?) Seriously, stop filling up my inbox. K, thanks.
Dear Bachelorette, can I have your Frye riding boots?
Dear Lexi, you cannot tackle the 738 projects you have lined up in your head. Take a chill pill.
Dear insanely organized daily system wall, please magically appear in my home. That would help.
Get the origins of these sweet little love notes, here.
July 13, 2012 5 Comments