Post-funk vanity
It's been a rough week in MelanieSuzanneville. Spent much of Sunday and Monday on the verge of tears and spent much of Tuesday trying to be in a really foul mood. Coming home to a King Cake and sharing it with friends after Alle Psallite practice really improved my mood.
Hubbyfink, of course, has been an absolute saint. I apologized last night for being so flighty and inconstant. He said it was okay; after six years of togetherness he's just about gotten used to it. While he was technically correct, that wasn't the right answer. But I let him live.
Today I'm feeling fairly fierce in my black pleather (ahem) jacket, new fitted jeans, and faux-Victorian ankle boots. Fierce. The jeans actually make my tush look good. Hee!
Hubbyfink, of course, has been an absolute saint. I apologized last night for being so flighty and inconstant. He said it was okay; after six years of togetherness he's just about gotten used to it. While he was technically correct, that wasn't the right answer. But I let him live.
Today I'm feeling fairly fierce in my black pleather (ahem) jacket, new fitted jeans, and faux-Victorian ankle boots. Fierce. The jeans actually make my tush look good. Hee!