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
I miss stickers. I used to obsess over stickers. I had Lisa Frank sticker books full of great stickers, unicorns and Strawberry Shortcake, some with glitter, some full of oil. My sticker collection was awesome. In truth, I think my sticker faze lasted all of a few months in late Elementary School, but that’s besides the point. This clutch, decked out in great stickers has me all nostalgic, and I’m running with it.
When we were kids, stickers mattered, now $1200 pumps matter. Boo. End rant.
Image via Style Sight // Paris Fashion Week 2012
April 23, 2012 11 Comments