I fail to tantalize you with beautiful pictures - I lost my camera's charger swiftly upon moving, and have never been able to recover it - my posts are essentially rants on a variety of topics, which I certainly do no research or preparation for, and I am embarking on no great adventures to retell.
I voiced this concern to my darling Heather, who, incidentally, had a very short-lived blogging career. She assured me that she likes the blog, mostly because it propagates her internet fame.
"The Narcissist in me loves the Narcissist in you." - Heather.
For my lack of direction and visual aids, I apologize. I can only hope that you will endeavour with following these posts until I reform my ways.
This said, I will be commencing my Christmas countdown with an ennumeration of the beautiful things I would like to be mine this holiday season - or, the less narcissistic way to look at it I suppose, my gift recommendations. My house currently smells like freshly baked gingerbread, and I can't resist plunging somewhat prematurely into the holiday spirit. I even listened to the Channukah Song yesterday.
Starting off this countdown, as I am currently quite chilly and find my sweater collection severely deficient (my mother would kill me for saying so - she doesn't think I need a single additional article of clothing - how wrong one woman could be) , I stumbled across this beautiful sweater. I want it on me. Right. Now.
Michael Kors, studded cotton blend V-neck, 175$ |
I love your blog! I check it daily at lunch for updates.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your rants - there is a tiny imaginary Sydney in my head who reads them out to me. And it's awesome.