three months and counting. I cheated once. I never told anyone. I was so ashamed. i bought socks. And not just any socks. black socks. black knee high socks. Of which I already own like 6 pairs so it was completely unnecessary and quite a panicked event. But it was only once. In three months. I think I'm doing pretty good. And like they say with any addiction, just because you fall off the wagon that doesn't give you leave to completely stay off the wagon. So I put on my good old vintage boots, some grey wool leggings I rediscovered in a box in the storage closet, an old pale yellow tshirt I dyed black (green?!?grey?!?!) because it had stains on it, and I climbed right back onto that wagon of mine. I'm wearing a grandma belt too, so glad I kept them all. The purse is new. It was a gift! From the flea market in Corpus Christi, TX. My grandma got it for me. She also gave me a kimono (I die!). This was all from a few weeks ago, not quite at 3 months yet...but here I am, 3 months later and still discovering new things from my closet. Whew!On another note...see the pile of goodies hanging from the closet door? Those are old dresses that don't fit anymore that I was bringing to work for a 20 year old girl to borrow for a cocktail party she was going to that weekend. Not only am I finding plenty of goodness for myself, but I even have enough to share...
I like the think the mouse cord really creates the triangle composition I was going for in this image...ohhahahahaahahahhaaa....
