Bracli Bodysuit

Well, well, well.  Here I am in a very frisky bodysuit.  Perhaps you were not expecting that.  To tell you the truth, perhaps I was not expecting it either.  I don't really like being surprised by other people, but sometimes, I like to surprise myself. What do you have to say about that, Dr. Freud?

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This gothic glam Dior robe is nothing new; twice over, in fact, because I've both blogged about it before, and I purchased it vintage. Let's just adore it, shall we? (Cue every possible J'adior iteration here.)

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I don't go out at night a lot these days because I'm not a carefree 20-something anymore.  Or a carefree any-something. I am tremendously fond of the romantic notion of traipsing around the house after hours in my loveliest lingerie. But reality proves much more complex.  I usually save it for special. I'm sure lots of rich, famous, childless women would say that's a crime.  But one of them, I am not.

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By the way, who needs a fresh manicure?

Love to you all! Thanks for reading.