One girls quest for a 64 Ford Falcon results in tirades on food and fashion. The dare: to dress like I belong in a classic car every day for 6 months and I will get to have said car. Fail for one day, and the clock starts over. The quality of the outfits is judged by a finicky, impulsive husband who's opinions change day to day, but are still the final word.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Goin' dress shopping! It's been a while since I've put anything up, and I know this isn't the most fabulous, hair wise, but I felt like posting. One might note the splotch next on my right cheek. No, I didn't miss-apply the lipstick. I did, however, push myself too hard a week ago and get a monster cold sore. Auto-immune diseases are weird. I'd have thought my super-powered system would have squished that pesky herpes virus on its route from my spinal column to my face. I have so much left to learn about human anatomy. It's fascinating.
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