Sick

I'm not feeling too hot, and despite my best attempts to call it allergies, the pollen count and air quality in Anchorage are both fine, so it's a cold. What you see here is the result of me taking more drugs than I should have to stop the coughing and oversleeping, even though Jeremiah called multiple times to wake me up. I just needed the sleep, I guess.

I promise that the hair looks better in person, but the sweater...It's one of my faves, and the color is great, but I'm afraid that the ribbing along the lower hem is tightening it around the hips. Tied under breasts + tight around hips = highlighting spare tire. Yep. Methinks it's time for this to go. I just wish you could see the fun copper ballet flats that all the men in my life think are really slippers but that you and I know are fun and easy shoes, good substitutes for Danskos, even (not as foot healthy, but much cheaper).