I’ve written in my blogger profile that I’m a “faux extrovert” and it’s no lie. I’d be quite content, alone, on a desert island, provided I had enough books. I went to a surprise birthday party tonight where I knew only the organizer and did my best at small talk with mothers. At the end of the night, I was relieved to come home to my cats. (But thank you for the invitation, Erin!)
I got this jacket through a swap with a lady in British Columbia, Canada. It perfectly fit my antisocial mood this evening. I particularly like the skull-shaped buttons.