You put my broken bones in a safe placeWednesday, February 13, 2013
I've reached the point where my tolerance for winter has hit a plateau and if snow continues to plague Edmonton, I'm not sure how long it will be before I leave this tundra and find myself on a beach. Just kidding, I'm not that big of a drama queen.... or am I? Jokes aside, I went to value village the other day on impulse because I felt like I needed a pair of denim overalls in my life. As I walked into the store with hand sanitizer at my ready, I told myself, "Alyssa, you're not leaving here without some overalls." And you know what? I kept my promise to myself. 20 minutes later, I was walking out of that store with my arm stretched out, holding my new prize as far as possible from the rest of my body as if it were garbage day. I had successfully bought myself a pair of ten dollar denim overalls with suspicious stains that were 10 sizes too big for me and probably belonged to a giant 6 foot male in its previous life. And now? They've been miraculously transformed from Shrek's gardening outfit to a rather roomy pair of overall shorts.
Oh, and want to know something else? Fringe and suede were made for each other. I'm also a bird.