Today started off Indian Summer foggy and ended Victorian London bleak. That’s what happens when the temperature plummets 30 degrees in the span of a few hours and you live on the edge of a river. Or at least I swear there’s usually a river back there somewhere. 😉
After staring into the mist (just not, you know, THE Mist) for hours on end, I thought I’d perk myself up with an ultra flashy manicure, but even this lacquer, Glam Polish’s The Best Futterwacken in All of Witzend (just rolls off the tongue, don’t it?) proved to be no match for all the glum. Shame, because this polish is essentially a Rockette costume ground up and stuffed into a bottle. That sounded more attractive in my head.
Here’s hoping those grey skies are gonna clear up in time for the weekend; it would be nice to actually get out and enjoy the leaves while they’re at their autumn peak. Definitely not foggy on that.