i'm not pregnant. i just ate all the leftover crumble.

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it was from shabbat dinner, this random last minute shabbat dinner i hosted because friend a. got violently sick that day, and had bought all the groceries, and didn't want to waste the money or the food, and her bf, who had also been sick (but he just can't hold his likker, he wasn't really sick) came over and helped cook fish stew. which was not all bad. and there was a real certifiable brooklyn hipster at the table. which pretty much never ever happens. we are hip, my friends and i, but skew more or less towards hippies, not hipsters. and i think we bored him, too. so that sucked a little.

and anyhow, i ate all the leftover crumble because i had a bad day, full of having to wake up early and write a paper that, trust me, no one wants to read, and giving career advice to a baby 22 y/o and pretty much the only good thing was that i looked fricking adorable. such is the power of a dress. check it out. it's thrifted, as are most of my summer dresses, and most of the stuff i wear. which is kind of the introduction for this here blog. i'm getting more and more interested in thrifted clothes and other things, both as a way to save money and save the planet and satisfy my cracked-out need for new stuff all the damn time. and i wanted to be part of the thrifty/fashiony blog party. cause, you know, they seemed like such cool girls.

so, we'll see. holy audacity should, ideally, platonically speaking, be a place about getting your you on, about the power of belief and right action, the ability of consumers to change the world, and finding that authentic place of self inside you that lets you rock the dress, the vote, the planet, the party, and every place else you set your heart to.