Today I went shopping in my wardrobe. I pushed past my winter coats, through my multiple Dotti t-shirts, and under my shorty shorts (that I use only for lounge room Zumba), and scored a treasure: a long, gold skirt that I got off ASOS two years ago and never wore because high waisted pencil skirts were all the rage at the time. I paid the princely sum of $FREE, and flounced out of the house looking like a super shiny Christmas decoration.
Then Noelle gave me a tiny bottle of Chanel Mademoiselle at work, and I spritzed it all over, and thrust my heavenly smelling wrists into my face every chance I got.
The whole day I kept thinking: “Being a girl is the best.”
