I picked up this big fluffy pile of mohair goodness for $3 today. The colour is actually really insane but I had forgotten to wipe my mouth after eating pizza...leaving me no choice but to make like your typical teenage girl and desaturate the shit out of these photos. I always seem to fail to wipe my mouth after eating foods that leave obvious rings of gluttony around my mouth...coffee, chocolate, any type of Italian food. What is more dismal, is that I walk around the whole day with these stains on my face, and nobody tells me. It's like society is trying to sabotage any good chance I have of looking sane and clean for once in my life.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeh, ignore my facial expression up there. I think I'm the Queen of making awkward/inappropriate facial expressions/hand gestures.
Anyway, it's my favourite new ugly sweater/cardi, it's like an alpaca vomited and knitted a cardigan out of the vomit.
And as always, Frankie delivered, again. Their covers seem to get more and more unbearably beautiful every single month. Four/five years and counting of reading it obsessively, and I still can't get enough. I wish it wasn't bimonthly, I'm not the type to ration magazines out over weeks and weeks. I consume it all frantically like it's going to disappear the minute I lay my grubby little hands on it, leaving me Frankie-less for another two months.
And I've been waiting for these beauties to arrive in the mail for about two weeks now, so they should be presenting themselves on my doorstep any day now - floral D.M's (HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, LIFE COMPLETE) and AA Disco pants (Guys, I'm wearing pants. This is the start of a whole new period in my life). See you later, calculators. x
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