apparently it's august

something about this cover gets me. i realize the studied casualness probably took 4 hours to style, but it gets me nonetheless. maybe i empathize with this denim-clad lad because this is precisely what i've looked like for much of the last 3 weeks. i've been on planes, in the backs of trucks, and crammed in minivans for more hours than i can believe, always laden with knapsacks, oversized handbags, clunky carry-ons and colossal suitcases. and no, i wasn't as casually elegant as this guy, but i didn't have 12 people following me around to touch up my makeup or re-ruffle my designer clothing.

ANYWAY.

i'm here to say that i'm here, i can't believe the month has changed since i last posted, and i have some miscellaneous thoughts to share:

1. i think some high fashion models (and some high fashions, for that matter) are gross. call me un-evolved and frumpy, but if i can't tell what gender you are or if you're wearing a shredded Hefty bag, we have a problem.
2. i will never book flights that aren't nonstop if i can avoid it. EVER.
3. grilled mozzarella-on-cinnamon-raisin-bread sandwiches are delicious.
4. Inception . . . i don't have the words. purely spellbinding.
5. a girl can never have too many skirts. or tank tops.
6. i'm craving the Michael Kors handbag i bought in Idaho. it matches one the Plume bought. i really need to figure out how to get my luggage back. right on it . . .

has this been scattered enough? you deserve better, but i know you accept me in my jumbled state nonetheless. work is interfering with my ability to compose a better post, so if you must blame someone, blame it.

i'll return soonly with something of better quality.
until then, enjoy this fleeting month of August . . .