My failing and funny journey to become the unattainable everywoman
I have loved velvet all of my life. When I was a teenager, my super cool cousin with all the super cool clothes, got a shirt in black velvet. Knowing how my family was struggling financially at the time, I dared not ask to have this dream of owning something, anything in velvet, fulfilled. I
So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something and put
