A girl can dream...

Nicole Richie's House of Harlow 1960 jewellery line has come out with some handbags and I might sell my mother for a month of indentured labour  for one of these beauties (for the record: not really...but almost). The prices start at 165 dollars,  too bad I don't have hundreds and hundreds of dollars just lying about.

I've been on the lookout for the perfect hard clutch/hard-case bag and these four really fill the criteria:

The red one is calling to me ("ninja....ninjaaaa...My precioussss") ...If only!

These beauties both made my day and sent me into a deep dark pit of gloom. What a tease!

xxx

Today I swear I'm not doing anything...

Or wearing anything for that matter....pretty literally might I add.

Today I failed at:

• sewing (majorly, I ended up with a nice high-waist skirt that reveals my bum.)
• cleaning (I emptied a cupboard and left the contents on the floor)
• cooking (burnt brussel sprouts and made pasta that gave me a tummy-ache)

From all this I conclude that I won't make much of a house-wife and maybe a sex-change might be in order if someone expects me to behave according to certain stereotypes (I have often wondered if I was indeed a gay man in a past life...)

Here's some lovely LAZY, casual, thrown together, hobo/boho/hippie/festival chic outfits that make me giddy with excitement and channel my mood to the "T" (whatever is this famous "T" we speak of?):

I can see an outfit forming in my head...I just hope it's warm enough for it tomorrow!!! :)

xxxx