Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Hellooo sailor

My smoking experience is limited to: friend with a pack + alcohol + desperation = me smoking like I live in a trailer for about an hour. So I cannot say what it is like to try and quit. I have a theory, however. Nicotine withdrawal aside, I think the hardest thing to give up would be fidgeting with all the stuff. There are packs to tap, lighters to flick, ashes to roll; forever a party. I found my own delight in this when I tied this dot scarf to my wrist thinking I would put it in my hair later. I just could not stop messing with it all day much to the chagrin of everyone around me. Citizen denim skirt, Anthropologie almost-too-cute bow sweater