Yes, that umbrella is a 100+ year old artifact. No, I should not be nonchalantly swinging it over my shoulder. Yes, I should be wearing conservator's gloves.
Thrifted sweater, heels & necklaces, UP jeans.
Assuming this whole potential job turns out as badly as I know it will, I am once again in search of employment. The day after my interview and a week before my "trial shift" I was back in the streets droppin' resumes to the familiar tune of we're not hiring right now.
On the up-side of life, our little apartment is nearing decoration completion!
I've got three words for it, and they're all the same: cute.
Jogging along the ocean? I think I might. Because I CAN.