Still I dared to dream. I didn’t dare tell Jessica that we were almost assuredly not getting tickets because she would have had a meltdown and gone into a psychotic and depressive episode that she might never emerge from. So, when I was bizarrely lucky enough to get a code the night before, I was extra nervous. So many didn’t get codes. I did, though. Then the morning came. Ten o’clock came. Reader, I have rarely been more afraid.
LOVE: Pocket Doors: I am beyond obsessed with pocket doors. In fact, I think they might well be my favorite thing a person can do to their home. Why have […]
This is an exciting post for a number of reasons. They follow below: This is my last fashion blog that I have planned for a while. Fret not, I will […]
I woke easily and early this morning which was odd because I am not a morning person at all. I loathe mornings and don’t believe it’s right to be conscious […]
LOVE: Steamer: When you live in a place that never changes, you get exhausted of the monotony. It gets even worse when the things that never change are hideous. All […]
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