so i must confess something. i was remiss in revealing an aspect of last weekend's sunday funday when i composed its overview here. you see, while yes, adventures in home decorating were made and gratuitous flowers were gifted, there was also a momentary case of creepiness demonstrated by yours truly. i'm not gonna lie, i check instagram ...
six degrees
it's become habit. just one step of many in my post-pure barre routine. as soon as the final muscle has been stretched and the mats have been polished with the finest disinfectant sprays (hygiene first!), i remove my grippy socks, slip on my gold sperry's (or old navy's much cheaper alternative), grab for my keys, ...
