that old thing

one day i will get chased away with a broom or a stick for taking photos in public places. standing across the street from a church flashing my underwear for the whole world to see. not entirely my fault. rob’s not-so-keen eye informed me that you can’t see anything when i spin the dress, going through the photos later that day proved that you could in fact see everything, and more. live and learn, perhaps live and not attempt repeats. no more spinning for me that’s for sure. and i was wondering why people were looking. on a lighter note i never actually planned taking photos with my oversized, over worn out leopard bag, which has gone from constantly being used to gym bag status, but here it is. i can never find a reason to throw it away, the zipper is broken, it doesn’t close, it’s esentially useless and it doesn’t even feel soft anymore, somehow though i have a really hard time parting with it. maybe because it was my first concious leopard print purchase (not counting questionable purchases made from ages 0-16) and since i bought it in 2003 (or earlier) i have not seen another one like it. maybe i’ll use it to make a halloween costume for charlie one day. (h&m furry hat & oversized sweater, forever 21 dress, urban outfitters thigh high socks, zara bag and shoes)