2008 had definitely not been my year so far, but doesn't January kinda always suck? Hopefully. My bad luck continued today. When my Bluefly order arrived this morning, I was of course excited. I ripped into my package, so excited to see the cashmere & Joe's Jeans. Cashmere? Great. Joe's?
Wrong size. Wrong style.
So, they're going back and of course the ones I actually ordered are now sold out. Parfait! I guess my 3 pairs of pants will just have to last forever, now that I'm unemployed/broke!
Today really is smokin', however. I first noticed it during my run. The air vaguely smelled like a campfire and by the end of my run, it was a little harder to breathe. But the time I took Lola out for her last walk of the night, there was thick, stifling smoke hanging in the air. Further south, there are 2 brushfires that apparently decided to spread their joy all the way up to Orlando. Although unpleasant, I thought of the color smoke and how much I love it. You can't go wrong with gray. There is a gray tone out there for everyone, and it is wonderful to mix & match everything from gunmetal to charcoal.
(warning: pretty much nothing in this picture is affordable).
Listening to: Smoke, by Tristan Prettyman!