I’m normally incapable of getting out of bed in the morning, but when I have a breakfast meeting I seem to leap out of bed as soon as the alarm goes, then spend two hours sitting around at home. It’s like time I wasn’t supposed to have! I have WON time back from the day. It’s essentially time travel??
I still have a glorious ten minutes until I need to think about leaving the house, ten minutes to spend considering buying these:
Vintage Versace (well, Versus) tiger stripe heels, $140, F Kellerman on Etsy