It's been over a year since I posted in this little blog I used to love so much.
When I first made this thing, I named it after the contents of my purse. (Anyone else carry an emergency candy stash in their purses?) I don't carry a purse anymore, just a backpack, and its contents are mostly books, jackets, sharpies, dog food; my ukulele is strapped to the outside. I've spent the last year hitchhiking around the country, hanging out with dirty homeless people, sleeping in random places, and enjoying the fuck out of myself.
This isn't to say I don't still love fashion; dressing up will always be a huge source of fun for me. But now I tend to wear the same outfits for weeks at a time; I only own one lipstick and one nail polish; and I dress more for practicality than aesthetic purposes.
I'm in a cheap motel in a town called Hempstead, Texas, now with my road dog and our puppies. Tomorrow we're heading toward Austin, where I'm hoping to run into an old friend. I'll be homeless for Christmas. But if it's anything like last Christmas, which I spent in a squat house in Chattanooga with three of my favorite people, I know it will be wonderful.
Happy holidays, people. I hope you spend them with loved ones.
