Here is a piece of string. I want to wear it.
See that string? If I could get away with wearing that and nothing else for the remainder of the week, that would be great.
My phone says that it is 102F outside, and our air conditioning just broke. (I mean, of course it did. Because that’s how life works.) It is so hot that when we sat down for dinner last night (at 6:30PM, which is not an hour during which one typically melts), the silverware that had been sitting on the table for all of ten minutes was too hot to pick up.
So while I wait for the air conditioning guy to get here, I’m going to distract myself from the fact that I am, at this exact moment, melting a la the Wicked Witch of the West, and show you what I’d like to be wearing if I weren’t really much more interested in wearing nothing. Because nudity may be an option in some neighborhoods, but I think I might get a look or two while strolling to the playground in my little neck of suburbia. (Alright, I’d get a look or two in the outfit below, also, but whatever; I’m okay with being That Weird Blonde Lady Who Lives Down the Block and Is Always Somewhat Inappropriately Dressed.)
(It’s not actually all that far off from what I’m wearing at this very moment, sitting here at my computer. But I would really love it if my shorts were Alex Wang and my bag was that one, please.)