sunday morning thoughts

last night i crashed at my friend jen's apt. we had a late night out in tribeca, and i made the executive decision to stay in manhattan and not attempt a trek back to brooklyn. returning to williamsburg this morning was not exactly awesome. i looked like a hot mess and everyone else (seemingly) looked as though they were leading fulfilling, productive lives, unfettered by gin and parliament lights.

in my hot mess-dom, i decided that there needs to be some sort of "walk of shame" kit that you can buy at bodegas, duane reed, etc. that contains essential items to create a facade that suggests you are a functioning member of society.

outside st peters in the vatican, you can buy paper shirts, pants, etc. at little shops and stands. (you can't get into st peters if you have a little shoulder showing. god hates bare shoulders.) anyway, i was thinking the hangover survival kit would be like that. you can buy a paper hat, sunglasses, some blotting papers for the face, eye drops, a couple of those breath freshening strips and you're good to go! maybe even a little book to pretend to read on the subway. crime and punishment? the fountainhead? i think this thing would sell.



(picture is of sienna looking like a hot mess. just cuz')