Dresses and boots, jeans and a leather jacket, and now knotted tees with a maxi skirt –
Change is never easy. It’s always an upward curve, a period of adjustment, etc. etc.
A brutal head cold. That’s kind of been my life the past few days.
I’m in the studio today and this weekend,
Don’t you love it when pants are so comfortable that they could be pajama pants?
I have this notebook. I notebook where I write down sentences, poems, fragments of books that strike me.
I rarely, if ever, wear stripes. It’s just not my thing.
Okay Okay, see when I like something I can get a little obsessed with it.
Growing up, in school, I was bullied. A lot. Well, enough that it felt like a lot, and certainly more than others.
You go out the night before, stay out late, have a great time, and the following day you are tired.
