[A plethora of grey J.Crew separates + Burberry booties + Alkemie necklace.]
Just a quick ‘ello. Rob’s finally back and the last thing I want to do is sit in front of my computer and ignore this gift of human companionship. Right now, he and Eli are behind me playing a game he just dubbed ‘The Forest of Whiskers.’ It involves him leaning over E’s jaws of death with his sweatshirt hood ties dangling around in the whiskers—if you can bring the ties all the way around his furry noggin back to point A without getting chomped, you win an ear sniff.
This day, above, I decided would be the last day I would categorically not even try when getting dressed in the morning. Enough is enough. New weather; new slate.
Ok, I’ve got to go—the Forest of Whiskers beckons with her white and wiry menace.