I’m hot, too hot. Hot and stale. Summer is soooo over, and yet it is just so freakin’ far from over. What is it about the depths of summer, a hot, wet, ass-sticking-to-my-couch summer, that makes me want to go here:
I want to light fire to my denim cut-offs, purge my hair of the straw-like highlights, scrub the sun freckles from my face, and start fresh.
I want to wrap myself in one of these from Stella McCartney:
To warm my tootsies in all that london fog, behold the Coclico Obama Boot….
Even my jewelry would be comfy cozy.
Wake me when the sun goes away.