In Memory of that One Time, When I Lost a Week of My Life





























Last weekend Dirk, Jane and I went down to my parents house for our birthday celebration (our birthdays are within a few weeks of each other). It was beautiful weather, with just the right amount of crispness in the air. My parents made a feast that was to die for and and everything was lovely. That's also pretty much the last thing I remember of the world until yesterday. I caught the worst cold my body has encountered in pretty much as long as I can remember. It was one solid week of foggy sickness. So most of my week looked more like this.


Intense couch recovery mode right there. I'm happy to finally be joining you folks in the land of the living again!

(Wearing H&M Sweater, Silence and Noise Skirt [ similar here], and Anne Klein Booties)