Miu Miu Waking up this morning, I reflected upon yesterday's post (
10 Tricks to Waking Up Golden) and came up with a very crucial #11.
11. Revisit #1, you idiot. Stop after 2, unless it's celebratory. Seriously.
Last night
pink came to play, and by pink, I mean by very favorite diluted blush hue on the color wheel that only Miu Miu could get right (
picture above) in contrast with an oddly sad, dingy bluebird blue;
rosé, lovely and crisp rosé wine.
Who drinks rosé in October? This betch does.
Oh, and please excuse my third person reference...I really try not to do that, as it is so incredibly tacky,
especially in written form, but I'm still drunk and felt it was very much appropriate.
As the rosé I was drinking was kicking Dom's stars around the sky and I was shooting the sh*t (
we're such a turbulent pair), a dear friend said something, completely unknowingly, that really stuck.
I was talking, no, whining, about how
I want what I can't have...as if that's not the oldest line in the Marilyn Monroe Book of Single White Girl Quotes, first edition.
To set the record straight, I wasn't doing it in an "
Oh pity me and pass the wine" type of way, it was more of a matter of fact, "
Mother was right, I really do want what I can't have" type of way. And yes, off the record but for your literary entertainment, I was talking about a boy, so shoot me.