With hammers and nails
Nice timing, Apartment Therapy. My dad even wrote just now to ask how my jetlag is. Fine! I am tempted to answer. Nonexistent! This may be tempting fate, but I had no trouble once I reached Europe, and I'm feeling fine now, so... check back with me this weekend, once I've had the opportunity to faceplant into my bed and sleep until I wake up. (It's actually looking to be a busy few days coming up: class tonight, which ends at 10, and then there's Powerball at 10:30, where you-the-student get the chance to improvise with some insanely awesome players -- we're talking Improvised Shakespeare/Cook County Social Club/Close Quarters/Armando/TJ and Dave-level established players. Am I excited? Oh boy, yes indeed. After that, there's supposed to be some sort of class hanging out time somewhere, and at some point, I am determined to buy some damn paint for my walls. Weekends, why aren't you longer? Not that it's even the weekend yet.)
I have a haircut tomorrow, and while I've been toying with the thought of chopping it all off and going for that shorter-in-the-back bob I love (or something else altogether!), I keep finding photos of gorgeous retro ladies with longer locks, and I can't do it just yet. Particularly when they give you tips on faking a bob. (Curses, someday I really need to suck it up and get myself a real rat. Making my own... did not prove very feasible.)
Another thing I am going to have to do: not spend my entire tax refund on shoes. Or on vintage tea sets and 1940s shot glasses. (Okay, well, maybe the latter.) It's just. Fluevog is releasing all its fall shoes on August 1st. And I now live one straight-shot bus ride away from the Chicago store. Gngggh.
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I have a haircut tomorrow, and while I've been toying with the thought of chopping it all off and going for that shorter-in-the-back bob I love (or something else altogether!), I keep finding photos of gorgeous retro ladies with longer locks, and I can't do it just yet. Particularly when they give you tips on faking a bob. (Curses, someday I really need to suck it up and get myself a real rat. Making my own... did not prove very feasible.)
Another thing I am going to have to do: not spend my entire tax refund on shoes. Or on vintage tea sets and 1940s shot glasses. (Okay, well, maybe the latter.) It's just. Fluevog is releasing all its fall shoes on August 1st. And I now live one straight-shot bus ride away from the Chicago store. Gngggh.
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