Flaky

I cannot be trusted because I do not know my own mind. Or rather my wants change almost as soon as they become 'wants'. The boots I coveted last month, are not the boots I must have this month. The coat I bought (and returned) two weeks ago, I purchased again this week. All of a sudden I cannot live without this here body hydrating butter - which is, flakiness aside- totally wicked awesome.



My purplish lip gloss phase? Is now a nude/chocolaty brown obsession. Why I went crazy over these Wolford tights last month, I have no clue? Just flaky I guess. :-(



In shopping Rehab, pp