So sad that I actually left the apartment looking like this.
I asked Pete to take this photo for the blog. Now that I see it I'm sad that I looked like this in the apartment. That is bad.
I had to go paint the gallery floor tonight and I didn't want to risk getting my normal clothes painty.
However, I don't think I was the worst dressed person on the T tonight. Close, but maybe not the worst.
Do I have to buy cute looking crap clothes that I can wreck or can I just get over it? We're not discussing the hair and face here.