"Sooner or later, everybody dreams of other worlds." -- J. Aleksandr Wootton
I am a serious daydreamer.
Like let's get real: it's a few days away from December and I'm feeling fully confident that going about my day in a nude back-less leotard, coat-free is 100% appropriate. I suppose it is, somewhere where the banana leaves are still blooming.
My banana leaves .... not so much. It's so wabi sabi around here.
And if I'm honest, I sometimes believe if I focus hard enough I could maybe transport myself to the climate in which this outfit is intended.
A grand escape.
Like in Lost in Translation when Bob says to Charlotte: "Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I'm looking for an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?"
So, who's in? Like skip Black Friday and the holiday crazies and the small talk and the butter cake. (I'm so scrooge).
So if you were expecting a post with the round up of the best holiday deals ... well it's not that kind of day over here. And with the seriousness of the Thanksgiving hangover I'm experiencing and my early onset holiday depression even hearing a Christmas tune today would be dangerous for my psyche.
Totes kidding. Or am I? Oh man, fucking holidays!