Why oh why do I have to lust after things that aren't good for me?
Wet look leggings.
Mountain climbing boys...
And clogs. Now I can add clogs to the list.
I know I was dallying before, but I didn't think it would go anywhere.
But now I can't stop thinking about them. I worry that I have missed my chance. That all the good ones are gone. That I desperately want them but I won't find a pair I like.
But even if I do (I quite like this pair, for instance), should I just recognise that certain things while desirable aren't going to love me back, aren't going to treat me as well as they should, and that I should just cut my losses before I get my heart broken?
(Images via Aldo)
2 days ago