sit there and move the fork from the plate to your mouth. I took a photo in order to capture the Hard Work, hoping I could show it to my P.E. teacher and get gym credits for doing Hard Work outside class. I got distracted upon viewing the picture, however, by my great photography skills. For a moment I thought I'd make a fantastic food blogger. Then I remembered that the camera was good, not me, and that my diet consists solely of Nesquik, Goldfish, Fruit Roll-Ups, and Fun Dip. (And, if you work at any of those companies and happen to be reading this, you may want to consider sending me a supply of the lifetime sort in exchange for your mention. Just a thought.)
Random house-found barrettes (I chose red to correspond with my hair and lipstick, making a full spectrum of different kinds of reds. The yellow is for the collar. Plus I like the idea of wearing a naked lady collar with a barrette with a teddy bear on it.) Hand-me-down dress.
I have never been a bag person, and have never really found myself particularly lusting after one, but thanks to the generous ladies at Sonia Rykiel, I'll never need to. I'll also never need a sleeping bag or any friends, because I just want to shrink and sleep in this and hug it all the time. We'll share our feelings at these shrinking and hugging sleepovers, and it'll go like this:
Me: Do you ever get the feeling that it's all a lie?
Me: Oh, Bag, that is so like you! Pass the popcorn!