I have just spent the last hour freaking out over old party dresses.
I don't know how it came to this, but somehow, on a Sunday night, I ended up here just completely losing it over pretty frocks. Gughg.
On a less completely insane note, this backpack is way, far cool!
Dear Adorable Totokaelo Model,
I want your haircut. Your bangs are just too good. Tell me your secrets.
Love, Lindsay
PS. Also, if you can work some kind of UZI hook-up, I'd be into that, too.
Dear Rachel,
I think that it would behoove you to buy these old Swedish clogs. They're your size, and they've got your name written all over them! Har har har.
Your dear friend,
Lindsay
Hi! Happy New Year! I Love True Grit!
Last night, Rachel & I saw True Grit at the overpriced, bedbug-ridden multiplex. It was awesome. We both loved it a lot a lot alot. I guarentee I'll be dreaming about Matt Damen's leather fringed jacket and those gnarly shoot-out scenes for weeks.
And and and, thanks to the Coens, my new year's resolution has made itself quite obvious: get a hat like Mattie Ross' and wear it for the next 346 days.
It's 2011! I'm doing hats this year!
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