[jacket: barneys co-op, dress: american apparel, shoes: keds, whattup.]
Today was spent eating delicious, cheap Indian food and thrifting with my friend Anna! I found a cute scarf for two dollars and a cute little satchel bag (leather?) for 20 (sort of expensive for what it was, but whatever).
There was also this gorgeous mexican bag (you know the kind that look like they’ve been carved out of wood), but because of evil, draconian thrift store display policies, it wouldn’t be let off of its oppressive display hook until either tomorrow or next Thursday. Even after I told the lady I was going to Paris, she seemed to take great delight in my not being able to buy the bag. Whyyyyy?!
I’m going to get that damned bag. If it’s the last thing I do.
Lastly, here is a picture of Anna posing with my garden gnomes. Huzzah!
“Sometimes you don’t want to love the person
you love you turn your face away from that face
whose eyes lips might make you give up anger
forget insult steal sadness of not wanting
to love turn away then turn away at breakfast
in the evening don’t lift your eyes from the paper
to see that face in all its seriousness a
sweetness of concentration he holds his book
in his hand the hard-knuckled winter wood-
scarred fingers turn away that’s all you can
do old as you are to save yourself from love”—Grace Paley