Well, my dear friend Mitter inspired me to try this blogging each day for a month thing. Unfortunately jetlag had another plan for me that involved sleeping most of the first 2 days of the month. So, here's my start. A short chronicle of my yesterday. The boots got their first outing. I survived.
BATH (for the lovely 70s):
BEFORE --
DURING --
BOOTS (for the lovely jen-a-rella & Mitter & noangel), 3-inch heels, my BoPs --
BUTCH, not really, but definitely chopped, messy & a bit redder (by request):
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Not Quite NaBloPoMo
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The boots? To die for. Or, at least sprain an ankle with. The hair? Adorable.
The boots! You ain't kidding. I'm afraid of heights and every time I've worn them I've gotten a little dizzy :) Sheer fun! thanks for stopping by.
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