nothing much to put here--

--but I had been sort of planning to put this on BROOCH and then I wound up writing it as a paragraph for the other blog. Feel free to ignore!

And you guys, even though I am behind in fashion-writing, I've read it ALL. <3

And I am thinking about how whenever my mom does eye makeup, her bottom lid's eyelashes have a little clump or a smudge. The effect is Twiggy-ish. The same thing happens to me. Always? Just lately? I usually have a choice wherein I could clean it up and make the mascara more invisible. But I almost never do. Is that how it is for my mom? Did she leave it like that on purpose, all this time? And do we do that to buck against something? The way that we scowl, like it--in and of itself--is an act of nonconformism. Sometimes, we just hate them all. I hunted down and read this line aloud to Phil a few weeks back, two glasses of wine in, to juxtapose with my never-ending hatred of these assholes in our neighborhood, the "moms" who run the show at Loulou's school, anyone in a luxury vehicle, anyone who isn't naturally drawn to incessant doom: "We live here because we hate the rest of you" (Samantha Hunt, The Seas).