Sweater: Old Navy, Pants and Belt: Gap, Shoes: Steve Madden, Jewelry: c/o Mimi's, Lips: Revlon Peach Silk
That I need a tan, a manicure, someone to tighten my belt, and a boob job. Ok, maybe not that last one. I'm anti-plastic surgery for the record, but if I woke up one morning with two nice, perky lady lumps instead of the pre-teen look I've got going, I don't know that I'd complain. Sorry for those of you for whom that statement was TMI.
I must make a shout-out to Revlon (who does not support this blog in any way, but if you would like to send me sweet gifts of your glorious lipstick, Revlon, by all means you may), who makes the most amazing shades of lipstick that last for stinkin' ever. Really, I put this on when I got home from class, had a glass of water, took a bath, and put on my scrubbies and then Dusty walked in and asked if I had just put some lipstick on. Rock on with you Revlon, rock on. The one caveat is that this particular shade smells like old ladies. No offense to old ladies, but you know what the ones at church who have blue hair and wear bright, obnoxious shades of lipstick smell like. Yeah that. Probably because this shade was designed particularly for them. Dusty is not quite fond of me smelling like an elderly, blue-haired church lady, so I try to keep this lipstick reserved for my non-smooching days.
I also re-discovered my love for bubble baths last night. I don't know why I have abandoned those magical things for so long. For some reason it just seems like so much more of a time investment. But last night as I stood there looking back and forth between the tub and the shower, I decided to "what the heck" it and sink into a steaming-hot pool of bubbly goodness. It was pretty much delicious. Even if I did cut my legs shaving in like five places (how do you shave in the tub?). I will most definitely be indulging again soon.
Ok, I hope you all have fabulous Friday night plans!
P.S. This year is a leap year, so there are 29 days in February. Please disregard the incorrect number in the last post. I am not a complete nincompoop, I just have never been able to remember how many days per month. Or learn my right from my left. But that's neither here nor there.