Tank - Newport News, thrifted
Star Pendant - gift from Beth
Trousers - Old Navy, thrifted
Platform boots - Trippen Happy Free
I usually don't like to use this space to be anything less than positive. But I am having a shit time right now. School seems like it's going to unpleasant, but manageable - but half the time I want to shout at everyone "I don't need your drama!" I'm happy to have today to rest and get re-organized for the unexpected changes.
I'm fighting with my wardrobe. Most people would be thrilled to lose weight, but as someone who always has trouble keeping weight on and staying healthy, it's really upsetting. I started some new medications a few weeks ago and they've killed my stomach and appetite.
Around the same time I thrifted these gorgeous purple cotton trousers, which are now too big and too long even with my tallest shoes. I'll probably stick them in the bottom of my wardrobe in hopes they'll fit again sometime this year or put together a swap page if anyone is interested.
Yesterday, all I wanted was my purr-monster Gomez who passed away over the summer. He was my 20+ year old tuxedo kitty. He was a wicked smart tom. Hated everyone, but me. He slept with me every night through high school, but stayed behind with my grandparents when I moved and got married.
He wasn't cute, his nose was scarred and ears tattered from killing rats and fighting dogs. His hips were arthritic and catty-wonk from being run over. He once stole a Krispy Kreme donut right out of my mom's hands and ate half of it before we got it away from him.
But he purred like a lawn-mower and stuck by me (rather - on me) through a broken arm, two surgeries, every sickness, heart ache, moving from Georgia to Tennessee. His passing didn't hurt because I knew he had lived well beyond the years expectation. He was fiercely loved and spoiled up until his final days. And yesterday I missed him with all my heart because I wanted to curl up and have a good cry.