I’m known for my tunefulness; I’m always singing something. Problem is, I usually don’t know the words and either repeat the same portion of the chorus over and over or make up my own lyrics. “Feeling Groovy” has been on my playlist, lately. It’s the perfect song for inserting your own lyrics. (Also on never ending repeat: “Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel” sung as “Puppy Puppy Puppy.”)
Jacket, London Times. Dress, Ella Moss. Shoes, BCBGeneration. Pendant, thrifted. Bag, Clark’s.
And . . .
“Puppy, puppy, puppy, no puppies on the bed. Puppy, puppy, puppy, if dad finds out we’re dead!”