This was the kind of week where the alarm goes off and you lie there, dreaming about Saturday, silently compiling a list of all the things you have to do before lunch. Then, you hit the snooze repeatedly until you realize that you are grateful you have a job to go to at all in this economy, and the totality of that thought causes your feet to magically find their way to the floor. Good girl.
Tonight, I won’t be handcrafting cocktails. I will be drinking my favorite summertime beer from a bottle, while sitting on my roof with all of the neglected fashion magazines currently piled on my kitchen counter.
Shock Top Raspberry Wheat available at Congressional Liquor. (You too can buy your booze where the Congressmen shop. Just prepare yourself, the place smells like iceberg lettuce that’s been sitting out on a warm summer day. Great owners though.)
Looks like a dress, feels like a nightgown. I wear it with brown sandals and a wide brown belt.