I have wanted a pair of TOMS since my junior year of high school, though you’d see monkey’s fly out of my bum before I’d spend 50 dollars on them. Providentially, D and I found these on an adventitious exploration to our local second hand store for a mere $18. I also still cannot take credit, all thank you’s and kisses to D for lavishing me with love and TOMS. I got the blazer awhile ago and it’s suffocating sleeves juxtaposed by its liberal waist pushes me to hide it in the deepest depths of my closet, and yet, I still wear it. Beggars can’t be choosers, and hey, it is actually cold in Arizona. To fill in all the space I had in the mid-region, I figured a sweatshirt type thing would not only be a good filler, but could add some warmth. I was wrong. About the warmth part. The sweatshirt type thing has no sleeves. Think Sylvester Stallone in Rocky and you can get a good idea.
I have some photos from Ian’s Birthday Linner (lunch/dinner). I will post them when it is not 2am.