feeling flushed with a great love of my country (aka my tax return) yesterday, i skipped from work to the anthropologie around the corner. for some reason the store was packed, and the dressing room line was out of control; so i hunted down this skirt and slipped it on over my dress. it fit (although after wearing it this morning, i think i'm going to have to take it in a bit - it sits lower on my waist than i'd like it to) so i took it upstairs, bought it, and decided to have a nice, quiet, night of audrey. i try to treat myself to one of these every once in awhile, since my life is so busy and i am almost always surrounded by people one place or another. i bought a book and walked to the momofuku milk bar, a place i've been dying to try since it was just a "coming soon" blurb on new york magazine's website. anyone who knows me knows that i am a milk FIEND. i crave it the way heroin addicts crave a fix. this is no joke. i have been known to wake up at 3 am, craving milk so hard that i will walk blocks to an open grocery store and chug a half gallon in the aisle. i'm not sure what it means, but i am sure i must have some strong bones.
i had pork buns, pistachio lemon curd cake, and a tall glass of organic whole milk. it was incredible and relatively inexpensive. afterwards, i headed home with my book and read until i fell asleep, nice and early, and had bizarre and scary dreams about the ten plagues taking place in our kitchen at school.
shirt: vintage, from etsy
our phone lines at work are messed up and so i am temporarily relieved of my receptionist duties, as all our calls get forwarded to the chicago office. it is oddly quiet in here (well, unless you count the crystal castles blaring over the speakers in the pit. silent of phones ringing, anyway.)
hope everyone has a lovely wednesday. . .
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