office invasion no. 47

nothing humbles a friday-night outfit like having to politely greet your mother’s colleagues first. #

They were here again.

Mom’s colleagues have now seen enough versions of me leaving the house that they could probably construct a timeline of my hair. Tonight I came downstairs completely ready — blonde, navy top, silver makeup, tiny bag — and immediately got trapped into polite conversation. One of them said I looked `”very grown up.”` I had a Britney CD in my bag and four euros in coins loose at the bottom because the tiny bag has no useful compartments.

Yes.

Womanhood.

Mom was wearing Angel, obviously. I had used it too, secretly, so the hallway smelled as though Thierry Mugler had sponsored the family.

Yuri eventually called.

Rescue operation successful.

Remember me, Eclipse.