Holy. Moly. I can't believe it's already New Year's Eve. That's okay though. I am so ready for this year to be over, so I will spare y'all from the usual tut-tutting and "Oh gee, where did this year go?" 'CUZ I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THIS YEAR WENT. IT WENT DOWN A BIG SUCKING HOLE OF SUCKY SUCKYNESS, THAT'S WHERE.
And I mean, don't get me wrong here- a lot of good happened with the bad in 2009, I know. But it's just that the bad was so unbelievably bad. I still can't wrap my head around all of it.
But no matter. I'm pretty sure that when the clock strikes midnight and the calendar switches over to 2010, things will immediately improve. I always have been kind of dumb that way. And if things don't improve, well. You can find me in my bed, hiding under a few chihuahuas and a big pile of clothes.
So! Moving on here. I've been having a lot of fun screwing around in Photoshop lately, and I decided a few days ago to do up a little bit of "Chloe styling math" for New Year's Eve.
Because you just can't let old-timey pictures of women drinking go to waste. In other words, readers- which druuunk retro lady are you? You can click on the pictures for more product information:
Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (