70's Reflex.
The littlest things.
In ascend-- previous Wednesday's havoc inclusive morning led to an accentuated trip to merry-land. Be it the drunkard acts, delusion post cheese consumption.. or simply drowning in the upbeats of a jubilant evening. With strength in battalions, our heads held high in certainty of what's forthcoming: thrifted goods and the ever honest staircases. That somehow pleaded me for a crawl halfway up to the third floor-- but such idiocy mass produced satanic cackles instead.. the usual (and sudden) travesties of our acts. Defined. And a Channel V VJ said "Hi!". In hand come late, I held a vintage-inspired maxi and Emily with her own paper bags in frantic appeal for a modernized cabriolet. Hectic.. truly. The next morning, idyllic as it is-- forced by the relative femmes to attend a consult for the little boy (who throws up aplenty, on me-- and it isn't as adorable as before) with a simultaneous visit to the Gardens. Spared mere seconds for the loved mates, a picture or two before Sunday's leave, and simple pangs of sarcasm slipped in between our covert sad faces. But! Gladiator conquest: accomplished. Even if I should refuse anymore lines on said luxury-- come inutile needs to have it in bronze, gold, multi-straps or up to the calves for all I care. Point is: more. And a little cough, lingerie rendezvous.. and a Knicker Bucket nodding back with agreement (smiling!). And the next-- I perfected the seventies (whilst half-asleep) and tucked in a mustard cap-sleeve under high-waisted slacks. A sibling's impromptu finding of a brown plaid shirt also led to his perplexity (to keep, to not keep) and I am happy beyond extremity to take it off his hands and let it befriend my bandage skirt. Dusk crept in, us trio calmly led ourselves to a coffee parlor to extend our simplicity by ordering toasts complimenting coffee. The perfect end to a day, if you'd ask.
[MUSIC] Pete and the Pirates - Bright Lights
Next: images of conquests, merry events (the scantily clad imagery-- honest vulgarity in truth) and European coverage. I can't wait come late July. I, the avid Blue, producing a loud "Michael, babies, now!", shame absent. I assumed that one line tainted the elegance of this post? Smiles.
