Damage

This week has been most irritating.  I’ll spare you the details, but know that today (the SHITTIEST by far), when I sought relief at lunch time in the form of a Marie Callendar’s chicken pot pie, it fell.  On the counter.

My one shot at happiness was lost before my very eyes.  Best believe I felt just like Sawyer when he dropped Juliet (if you’re not a Lostie, don’t worry about it…)

Let’s see if retail therapy turns my frown upside-down as usual.  I’m planning on purchasing all of these in the near future.  Get a piece.

UPDATE: Before we get to the reasons why my wallet doesn’t love me, I’ll have you all know that the half of a delicious red velvet cupcake that Duckey gave me was the only thing that kept me sane at work today.  I’m sorry I forgot to tell the world.  I am ashamed.  =(

Underground Winklepickers – I blame my mom’s accent for my love of this style of shoe…seen @ The Palace

Misha Market’s Draped Neckline Panel Dress – to feed my love for convertible clothes

Overcast Armwarmers – because my fingers are too fat for gloves my hand size

Amazing how NONE of this stuff looks summery.  Damn.  Why am I so wildly inappropriate?  I was thinking of going in on a floral bustier if I can find a cheap one on ebay, but the fact that it’s a bustier makes it inappropriate from the start.

Hmmmm…

UPDATE: add every color of this tank to the list.  Please and thank you.   Thanks for the heads up Lu!

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