Tonight I’m going to a sexy, fun crazy party with Sir and one of his partners. Star’s also going to be there and is probably/definitely going to tie me up.
Happy New Year, tumblr. Have an amazing time tonight and stay safe!
Charlotte Olympia’s Veuve Clicquot campaign (via)
Current status.
I am feeling well enough so I am off to a munch (as always, running late) to hang with the eternally gorgeous WRM and hopefully other cute girls.
Is it bad that I sometimes want to troll Sir by – at some point, in some way – walking in on him with the girl he’s been seeing and being like, “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT’S GOING ON OH MY GOD YOU TRAITOR YOU PIG I TRUSTED YOU YOU MONSTER bahahahaha just kidding carry on.”?
The first time I saw Biggie’s Hypnotize video, the mermaid girls may have given me an idea or two.
Last night was absolutely wonderful and I had to slip this little tidbit into the queue because I am literally that freaking elated.
Sir was super sweet and brought a cake. For someone who has three things to deal with in one week (anniversary, Christmas, birthday), he handled it like a pro.
Nothing sexy to report from the night besides the fact that I am a happy Ivy.
Cocktail Party, Chicago, 1957. Photo by Francis Miller
Five dayyyys.
Sir’s gone and I don’t even wanna go home because he won’t be there.
We got into a little argument before he left because I get all crazy about travel plans and he is a little more lax about being on time for his bus out of here. I freaked out because we were running late and he was kind of chugging along.
He made it, but I’m all sad our last hour together was stressful. Especially since it’ll be six weeks until I see him again.
Sigh.
Channeling this today.
Come at me.
“In 1921, early suffragettes often donned a bathing suit and ate pizza in large groups to annoy men…it was a custom at the time”
Brigitte Bardot dans Les bijoutiers du clair de lune (Roger Vadim, 1958)
Brigitte Bardot is kind of the patron saint of Sweetheart.
