Cha Cha Cha

This morning at 4am I woke with a start from a cozy dream. Why did I wake up? Was the Homeless Hoarker* trying to climb in my windows? Was my landlord coming in at an outrageous hour to finally replace my window screens so that I could remove decorative items from my couch and place them back on the shelves/windowsills? No. As likely as any of those are, no. I had a sore throat. When I was a small child my doctor swore to me that I would outgrow my tonsil infections. To him I say BAH! I got sick while living in England and the doctor there said that it was the worst he'd ever seen. I'm attempting to will it away by huddling under the covers and thinking about garlic shrimp. Fairly valid viral defence I'd say.

dress: Ricki's

leggings: Dynamite

shoes: Indigo by Clarks

I've never been able to find a representation of this dress. I nearly didn't buy it but it was just too fun to pass up. I also attempted to do a winged eyeliner line Keiko Lynn and it was ok but I feel this needs more practise at a more decent hour than 7am.

*The Homeless Hoarker is the man who I thought was sleeping under my window and coughing and hacking up a lung. This happened night after night and it was disgusting. Turns out it is someone who lives in my building and had their window open. Seriously gross.