Evidence of a day.
Chipped french manicure!
Six hours of dinner and dancing music in odd playlists!
Lamb chop bones!
ESL text messages!
Bloodshot eyes!
Dreams about Howard Hesseman!
I chalk all but the last one up to wedding prep. I’ll resurface soon…
Until then:
Should I wear the bronze shoes or the black?
Hair down and curly, or down and straight, or up and curly, or up and straight?
Red lips or pink?
Smoky eye or classic liquid liner in black?
I know. Stupid questions. Not cool blog questions. But I do want some answers.
The dress is black and white, and looks like a fifties’ party frock.
Now I must sleep the sleep of the near-dead.
