There are the kind of Sunday’s you have a latte and a scone outside under an umbrella in your best brunch outfit, equal parts smashing and relaxed, reading the style section of the New York Times, enjoying your freedom and ready to embark on the new adventure of the coming week. And then there are …
Ok, maybe he is. But who cares! Sometimes I have to shove shoes out of the way to get the door open. (True story: my sister Vivi came by today and the stiletto wedged under the door happened to match perfectly with the earrings she came to borrow. #bonus) I do this depression thing where …