Bah my friends, I'm in the middle of a baaad period (of the menstrual kind). My husband is coming to the rescue with the only remedy: Indian food on his way back from work. But it's 8:43 pm and I'm HUNGRY and he's been HELD UP at work and I can't possibly have any other food now that it has been promised to me. this is a disaster. this is a meltdown in the making.
Maybe I'd feel better if I could wear some fabulous clothes with embroideries, Mexican colors, flowers, dangling beaded jewelry, layers, aprons... Something from Aida Coronado for example.
Of course to wear this I would need to be twenty -four again, or sixty four. But not forty-four and bloated.
... hmm, this only took my mind off INDIAN FOOD (chicken korma for me, extra spicy please) for a minute.
By the way, i'm also obsessing about a certain beautiful purse I saw on one of your blogs. It was felted I think, with embroidered flowers. I saw it, i blinked and it was gone. It was a snapshot taken in a street. Any idea?