we'd like to think we don't sweat the small stuff.
but then we get real sweaty over extraordinary small decisions like black boots brown boots flats heels or barefoot? And then we pet the sweaty things.
we'd like to think we are growing wiser with age.
but then we realize no we are getting little wrinkles with age specially around our eyes and also finding the more we go the less we know?
we'd like to think we are cool as a cucumber and fresh as a daisy.
but then we attend a fashion event and get ultra awkward when meeting and talking to strangers and we show up wearing our white girl's version of a rasta hat and plaid yellow rainboots. to a fashion event. a FASHION event.
Ho-hum whoopsie daisies and bang on the drums, at least we're fun,