So there it is. Now I'm feeling all bashful, exposed and vulnerable because my blog crush is out in the open now. I wish I could invite all my readers over for a slumber party. I'd serve gooey chocolate cake and we'd all sit in a circle and take turns revealing who our secret blog crushes are. We'd giggle so much our faces would hurt and then we'd end the evening braiding each others hair while watching Julie & Julia (only because it's the only blog movie I know of - other suggestions?).
I'm not really a creepy person, I promise. I just like blogs and like all of you that read mine. You're good people (I expect). Please don't contact me about a sleepover, I don't actually have that kind of room (efficiency condo + 2 humans + 1 dog = no vacancy). I don't actually like people messing with my hair either (dermatological complex)...but you guys go ahead.
Well, this post began with comedic intentions, but just ended up...weird. I suppose it's just that kind of day.
Dress (as skirt): WalMart
Boots: Madden Girl
Bag: thrifted via ARC's Value Village