Approaching optimism

I will not talk about how I ruined my fancy manicure in 48 hours by chewing my nails to within a millimeter of their lives.

I will also not talk about how I killed DK's computer keyboard for the third time last night because I can't be trusted around homemade limoncello.

And I will not talk about how the skin of my lips are actually, for-real literally, chapping themselves off because of the wind and cold in New York, and how no amount of balm, salve, or tears can save them.

But:

Last week, I bought myself a pair of cheapo, hot pink ballet flats. They're destined to fall apart in a few months, and they are shockingly girly for me, but I'm not going to lie: I now sometimes pirouette around the apartment when I wear them, and it makes me giggle.


And two nights ago, I had a date with a really smart, wildly funny, and straight-up beautiful girl. And despite dominating the conversation with my torrential self-pity, I went home with a minor revelation: that, in fact, I can't be such a giant loser if all my girlfriends are so amazing.

I've also been buying up a storm of really kitschy jewelry on eBay, and my first package came yesterday. I know I'm kind of late on the whole "native" bandwagon, but I'm still going to wear my brassy little arrowhead quite happily.


And lastly, this is where Milkshake likes to spend all her mornings: in my underwear drawer (which, in winter, is really my leggings drawer). Please ignore the state of my dresser top and concentrate on the devious little look on her face because, come on, it's freaking funny. I'm so used to coming home and seeing all my unmentionables scattered on the floor.


Sometimes she takes naps in my stand-up wardrobes, where I keep all my vintage dresses. After a while, she takes on the smell of them. Other vintage wearers know exactly what I mean: a little musty, with traces of ancient perfume, cedar, and cardboard boxes. If I could bottle l'eau de kitty fur and vintage dresses, I would. And promptly make bajillions from discerning scenthounds the world over.