Nicole is keeping up the insane work schedule, working at three restaurants with shifts every day. One job pays less, she says, but she likes her co-workers more, so she can’t quit any of them. I stock it up to Nicole’s unflinching loyalty to every job she’s had since she was sixteen. Either way, the task of filling you up with frivolity falls to me.
I’m wearing a vintage wool flannel, textured shell, and skinny jeans.
Also, plaid flat cap, woven wool wrap,
Woven leather belt,
Wood medallion,
And engineer boots with socks.
All bundled.
Aw, I miss my boo. Who will climb trees with me in the spring?
Who will hunt for silk pieces with me?
Who will wear sheer tops with printed bras with me?
Actually, I can think of a few frivolous ladies who might be able available.
Our clothing was purchased at thrift stores for practically nothing. Seriously, we’re so poor.
