Richie HATES my hat.
[wearing: dotti alpine knit, thrifted grey ombre sheer blouse, crochet bag and fur hat, kmart spray on jeans, rubi socks, market shoes and deadly ponies 'mr mohawk lure' sheepskin bag charm]
In other matters, I’ve hardly spent a [productive] day at home and the state of disarray and unfinished interior styling doesn’t look far different from some abandoned home on an empty street in creepy suburbia. I really need to pay it some serious thought, planning and attention...or I could say, "Fuck it! I’m enjoying this non-committal approach to it all!" Perhaps I’m going for hipster minimalism?
Richie says my approach is more like can’t-be-bothered-ism.
No faith in my "creativity".
If he had his way, our place would be covered in framed metal tees, family guy quotes, lolly trees and farts in jars.