|Dress: Cath Kidston, Cardigan: J.Crew factory, Sandals: Birkenstock.|
So I accidentally snorted shower gel the other day. It was... odd. See, we were in the supermarket, and I'd been wanting to try this shower gel that claims to contain the juice of 40 real limes. So basically, I thought, this would be like having a mojito shower, right? I couldn't help but open the cap to sniff it, and then a little bit of the shower gel sort of bubbled up and found its way up my nostril. And that felt kind of weird. I don't have any hallucinogenic visions to report. I did start laughing though.
In other news, Victor has gone without coffee for two days now, and this is a bit of a milestone in Victorland. Yesterday, he explained the whole plot of that movie Children of Men to me, about how the main character is trying to get this woman and her baby to safety in a world where everyone has become sterile, so everyone wants to steal her baby... The main character was being shot at all the time, Victor said, but throughout the whole movie, he never picks up a gun.
"That's kind of cool," I said, nodding.
"I feel like him today," Victor replied, twitching.
And finally, even though I should be saving my pennies for new bathmats and toothbrush holders and whatnot, since we're waiting to move into our new apartment... I had to buy this dress. Because it has clocks on it, you know?! Lots and lots of vintage clocks. I walked into a Cath Kidston store at random a week or so ago and saw this dress there, and since then, I just couldn't get it out of my head. I mean, it's insane, right? But it's adorable! Isn't it...? Or am I just a shower gel-snorting nutbag?