Photo Op

I forgot to post this earlier. It's my friend, Renee, & me when we went out last month. Yes, folks, I actually went out. Not to a thrift shop, a coffee shop, Target, or a cafe, but a real lounge with real people who actually go out and real music and real booze and even a real photographer from the Miami New Times. They published us. I got a big kick out of that because I'm a bit of a celeb whore. I am. I love the concept of fame. I don't really want to be famous, I don't (too much watching what you eat all the time and having what you wear be what defines you and what you say being misquoted all the time and never being able to wear the same outfit twice), but I like to be noticed every once in awhile. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. The best part of the picture is that I'm wearing a top I made. It was my New Year's top I designed because I didn't have anything to wear. Necessity is the mother of invention. And, apparently, clothing.