Un Dernier Verre (Poure La Route)

i pointed to my glasses and the elvis guy’s glasses and exclaimed HEY MATCHING GLASSES, he nodded and smiled politely, but only as i rode away on my bike did i realise i was NOT wearing my golden elvis shades but my big brown nicole ritchie ones. idiot.

on special assignment.

camera sniper.

damn shoulda just bought it.

sass i think i’m goin’ back for this guy.

it was hard to see if this was a goodie or not cos i was wearing winter tights. bonus the material is sweat stain proof, well stronger than other materials.

as i took this a ttc employee told me to back off it had already been called in ha right as my face was all up in it crouched down and BOOM. what a way to go, i died for my blog. anyway nerd, next time don’t leave your briefcase with a note that has the word bullet on it by a garbage bin if it’s meant to be a freebie, hey why not go the mile and leave it open.

what does a laundry bar taste like, chocolate suds? what kind of drinks do they serve, foam whiskey? ok bad jokes sorry.

on to the new UO on queen, v pretty dressing room urrea. there are a million feather clip things i covet, way too expensive. meredith says she will make me one, isn’t that right mer? every time she makes me something i will link her blog, that’s the deal. ahha.

3 for $24 i was too lazy to take off my shoes and tights so i tried these on over my tights and underwear, kind of hard to gauge if they look nice when there’s a mile wide tights gap in the crotch.

the pink was a small, and fit v snug like low-rider, but again can’t tell over all the layers. this purple one is a medium and was a decent fit over my rump.

still seemed like a little too much material, so i passed on the impulsive undergarments shopping.

i bought two tops from h&m, haven’t bought something there in ages believe it or not.