
The lipstick is, at least, flawless. The dress is the saddest pizza. It's when the delivery person never shows up so you call and re-order, and it finally arrives at your house, and you open the box and sniff it and then stop to wash your hands for dinner -- at which point a chunk of your ceiling crashes down and sprinkles said pizza with asbestos. That is a really, really sad pizza.

SPEAKING OF SAD. I can't wait until it turns out that's not a boob-window, but merely a bib that's been painted to LOOK like one.

This was taken on July 4. It was not cold here. (To each their own. I just got flashback sweats.)

I wish this were a maxi dress, but actually, it looks decent on her as-is. It would be BETTER as a maxi, though. Jumpsuits always create weird crotch issues.

This was just a simple shorts-and-tee ensemble, but I know how much y'all like accessories, so here is Emma Roberts' tote featuring "some groovy people." My face is not on there. (And rightly.)
