Pink, sequined cardigan, Moda International. Green cami, New York and Company. Printed skirt, George ME. Green pumps, Colin Stuart. Cameo choker, vintage. Golden paillette necklace, Body Central. Orange, fluffy cat, Monty.
Unless my outfits are uncomfortable or overly revealing, I’m usually not self-conscious about what I wear. Looking at this picture though, my eyes are bleeding a little from the bright colors and I think maybe I SHOULD feel out of place among my conservatively dressed officemates. But I really don’t care.
My kitties have been quite insistent on being in my photos lately. This is Monty. We brought him home from the pound on April 21st, eight days after Mr. Tibbs died. He was supposed to take my mind off my grief. That didn’t work, but he’s made a new place for himself in my heart. After 4 months with us, he’s really started to fit in: he jumps onto my chest at night (wanting pats), follows me around in the morning, and sleeps in my laundry.