gratuitous photo

My hair is chaotic. It curls naturally. But never in a soft or pretty way. On weekends I try to give it a break from T3s and ghds. The result is never satisfactory. But I digress.

Today Steph and I ate ice cream in waffle cones and lay on the floor and enjoyed the rush. A veritable Trainspotting scene it was. But that’s just us.

Plan is to spend one day very soon making homemade pizzas – in full pizza making attire – listening to the Practical Magic soundtrack – centripetal motion perpetual bliss – and scrapbooking to our little hearts’ content. Because I desperately want to scrap book and because Steffy’s the only person I know with enough get up and go to actually make me sit down and do it.