bday wknd

Dressing up in sw/kanky dresses and high heels is such a rare happening in my life these days so thank god for ones own birthday when you're literally forced to do so (though I would prefer celebrating in flip-flops and a bikini as has been done the previous few years). This old black Herve Leger dress has followed us on the oceans in two boats through storms and tropics and yesterday when I unfolded it from the drawer that it has been tucked into for a couple years now, it bore a slight smell of old wooden boat. Adding a special kind of note to the fragrance that I sprayed on my extremely non-tanned ghost skin..