Again, millions of pearls camouflage my wretched wrist. I spare you the unsightly beneath. You're welcome.
Beneath leagues of color coded boxes in my closet, spring these perky red patent wedges, I love being taller. And I'm still adept enough to not walk like a transvestite. Actually, transvestites have stunning cat walk swagger. Quite.
Transvestites are sexy. Dig it!
Reading it sexy. Dig it!