These Puddles Aren't Going Away

Here we are, more than a month later than my last post, and yet, it RAINS! Our dryer needs a vacation from all the sopping wet clothes, and someone needs to take me in their time machine six months in the future and fly me to Montana, because I swear, I forgot what blue skies look like. But hey, it least I can live it up in a bold shouldered H&M purple cardigan that matches nothing I currently own but makes me feel happier just thinking about it. Maybe I'll cut some stylish menswear trousers out of the Miley Cyrus Harper's Bazaar, (Anyone else sick of the "True Miley"?) and glue them where I desire. But..........no. I could never ruin a magazine. I never throw them away, give them away, or cut stuff out. I can't. Someday soon I'll have to clean out my sock drawer just to fit all the glossy pages and enjoy other people's style with my bare piggy-toes.