I recently ordered a bunch of stuff from Zara, who I love. They have lots of really cute tee shirts for $19.99 and under. I definitely went a little crazy and a bunch of it is going back but I digress. On my way to pick up my zara order because how's this for a I don't have a doorman danger zone, you can ship to a store and pick up. No es bueno. What often holds me back is how the eff am I going to get stuff delivered, or if I ship it to my mom's how much am I going to hear about it? Off I went to pick up my stuff and on my walk wouldn't you know it H&M is on the way. There was a shopping massacre that went down. I'm not proud. I have no excuse, but I will say this a few days later I returned half of it. Once the holy crap I can wear this stuff now haze lifted I realized I had lost my goddamn mind.
I am also realizing not just post surgery but overall my body is changing a lot. I swear weight loss is like never ending puberty. I think I have my mind wrapped around what's going on and something changes again. Now when I see pictures I'm like oh my I did not see that coming. It's kind of nice when a former foe (photographic evidence of shape) becomes a friend. That being said Kim snapped some full body shots of me and I still weird out and squirm like I am trying to hide myself. Ugh, seriously awkward-itis is a serious made up disease.
Last night I had a lovely lady date with Kim/Juice. We saw Zola Jesus, yes again, together. She was playing at the Guggenheim with a string quartet and it was awesome. The company, the setting, the music. The whole shebang. Lovely. When she came back on stage to do an encore she walked by us and she is so unbelievably tiny. As Kim put it I own shoes bigger then her. Not terribly far off.
|not sure about this one, does one need a see through chiffon tank?|
|electric orange neon stars, definitely need.|
|neon yellow of the other day|
|sassy malassy back|
|wow, I can contort awkwardly in photos.|
|Zola, perched on the edge of the stage.|
|Kim and I.|