So my best friend Jill was in town this past week. SOOOO good to see her. When we talk, noone can really understand us. We have words and well, noises that we use to describe people or situations that nobody else can interpret. We went through a phase, which will never be over, where we could say everything was “lil”. Not little but lil. Even if it wasn’t really “lil”. In those cases it would become a “big lil thang”.
PS here are purchases 1 and 2 of 50 million from my last thrifting experience. A silky white flowy shell tank top and a blazer from the lil boys dept. Yay!