I’m sure I’m not the only person who will occasionally have a sob day – you get home from work and at some point between then and sleep you manage to burst into tears, without even a specific cause. Actually I KNOW I’m not the only one, that’s something that all girls schools are very good at teaching you. Once the little outbreak is over, the world can be tackled again, one girl powered step at a time.
Evidently I just struggled with one of these female mishaps, so my brain is almost at the point of giving up for the day. But not before I get something up, have at least one form of creativity achieved.
It’s going on to paper yet again – I just freaking love Karen Walker. I swear she brought back the 70’s vibes before all the major fashion houses thought it was cool. She’s just living life to the beat of her own drum, pumping out masses of inspired designs. My budget will never allow for it, but I have serious desires for a perfectly cosy coat from this great Kiwi lady.
Sometimes I then fool myself into thinking that maybe some of life’s battles would be defeated if only I had “that” in my wardrobe (i.e. KW). A lie repeated often in my head, but there is never any harm in dreaming.
(Images from here)