My Wednesday pics were taken at noon (during our lunch break) on my private patio, overlooking the pool. Thursday morning, I was looking forward to a repeat photo session, but the balcony next to mine was occupied and I was too shy to brazenly pose six feet from my rumpled, coffee-sipping, cigarette-smoking, male neighbor.
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Sweater, thrifted. Dress, Parker (consignment). Tights, gift. Boots, Sofft (consignment). Earrings, Cuffs. Scarf, Canvas Boutique. Bag, Mondani.
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After a long day of meetings and waiting for an 8:50 pm flight home, I had an entirely different level of “give a fuck” going on:
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1 comment:
OMG ! at least it was not as bad as a friend of mine's experience, she walked into an elderly couple having sex at the Interncontinental and she did not get an upgrade !
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