I seem to have come down with The Ick. Not a very significant case of The Ick, mind you; just enough to make me sniffle, cough, and feel woozy and semi-exhausted if I do anything strenuous like walking up or down the stairs to the computer room.
I WAS going to spend today taking pictures of the clothes I need to sell. Instead, I think I will be spending the day drinking tea and laying on the couch. I suspect I will not be up to getting my hair dyed tomorrow, or up to attending the usual Monday night crafty social thing.
I WAS going to spend today taking pictures of the clothes I need to sell. Instead, I think I will be spending the day drinking tea and laying on the couch. I suspect I will not be up to getting my hair dyed tomorrow, or up to attending the usual Monday night crafty social thing.
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I went to Thriftco...OMG. I got a pair of Franco Sarto shoes, an Enzo Angiolini handbag, a sweater and two tops for $26.00. DUDE.
Feel better soon!
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Thriftco is fabulous, isn't it? The Second Hand Rose thrift store (on 85th, next to Gordito's) is hit-or-miss, but is run by little old ladies who love to go into the back room and bring out black velvet dresses to s how me.
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