cross my heart
Thursday, April 9th, 2009
As I flipped through some old photos from my le smoking days, I noticed this lovely little purse that appeared in every picture, in outfits as disparate as a flouncy party dress with hooker heels to cutoffs and flip-flops. The bag was of the cross-body style, and telegraphed a very louche “I’m only 23 so I don’t need to carry around much shit” attitude.
My style from back then I’ll gladly dump; but that girl, and that spirit, I gladly embrace.
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