lashes come. lashes go.
I blame Shaka and her propensity to perch on ledges great and small. I also blame D.O.E.S. and the most recent RFP that was due Monday at 2pm. In any event, Shaka is now walking my favorite lashes around the Bungalow (they are stuck to her right paw) and I am reflecting on another eventful week. This one involves an untimely parking debacle, NCIS on the National Mall, a presentation for CCDC's Fashion Merchandising program, and a stroll around the Wilson building. Over scheduling is threatening to cloud my sunny disposition. Ah well, it's nothing that a Miami sunset from the fifth floor of the Gansevoort can not cure.
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Simone Butterfly has been investigating fashion with a twinkle & a twirl since 2003.