So last night I pretty much felt king. You know those nights you go out and you feel shit hot even on an extremely high level of sobriety? Yeah, that good.
Anyway my brother (bless his academicly inclined soul) was determined I took off my lace singlet - "Miann, Maddonna was a crack whore and I don't want people thinking you're a crack whore too". Nawww.
I don't have a picture becuase my night was cut short by the cold, and a fight with the bf.
So much drama.
Wore my old/new wittner heels, leona edmiston opaque stockings, borrowed dress and vintage lace underneath.
Try and get a photo soon.
Much love, Miann.
P.S: Fuck you Northernhemispherians for getting summer soon.