So I'm not going to lie; despite the fact that I'm home alone and looking rather askew, I'm totally living la vida lush right now. There's a face mask on my face (thank you, LUSH Cosmetics), a movie on the television, and a big, fluffy, gray cat named Ponteouf asleep on my lap.
Oh, by the way, I'm a crazy cat lady. And at only 19. I was taken too soon. Shame.
But really, he's my only kitty cat and he's fabulous. You know...fabulous. Not even kidding; if I bring home hair extensions, fake nails, makeup, false eyelashes, bedazzled clothing, or leather anything he sits on it and it is his. Did I mention my kitty cat is gay? Because he is. Sadly, his cuddly gay lover was given away to a family friend, but he survives, much like Gloria Gaynor.
So today I've been cleaning my room out Spartan-style (where you throw things away without giving thought to silly sentimental attachment) and I came across some rather fun drawings I did about a year ago when I was back on the "I'm gonna be a fashion designer" wagon. This inspired me to completely stop cleaning (how convenient) and start online shopping the hell out of one of my favorite styles: film noir-era.
And just so you know what I'm talking about:
Why don't women dress like this anymore? (Because now that Mad Men is a thing, dresses like these are bombastically overpriced, that's why.)
I say we bring this style back in style before I blow my brains out.
Because if I see one more girl in a pair of pants that say PINK across her ass I'm going to lose my damn mind.