Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Head Over Heels (The Purple Phase Declaration V.2)

I didn't ask to drop by Rustan's. He did. Thanks to the poop-inducing combination of St. Louis' baby back ribs, mozarella cheesesticks and carrot soup, I was led to the one!

So if you'll ask me to paint a picture of what happens when you're fiance's visit to the john took longer than you thought, here's what it'll look like:








His takeaway: Happiness can transfigure in a blue-violet wedge pump :)

1 comment:

  1. hi there sis Len,
    \Like what I told you in our exchange of text, your shoes kept me awake the whole night... drooling.. he he

    ganda! ganda! sad lang coz ATC is too far from me..

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