I’m rather happy that I salvaged this skirt from a dowdy old dress; it has long since been one of my favorites. I’m not really one for big costume changes (probably because I’m not really one for fabulous outings), so I will wear my beads and sequins whether it’s day or night. In this case, I dressed it down – if you can call it that – with a plain white t-shirt and minimal accessories. I’ll just call that a happy accident, since we all know I’m scarcely a master of accessorizing, anyway. Except when it comes to bruises. I am so good at pairing my outfits with bruises.

A few people have asked about my shoes, in person. You may or may not have noticed the faded white marks on my shoes, which are deliberately kept in place. In our last days together, Rowdy (my horse) and I did many fluid treatments, and I gave him countless doses of various medicines. Whenever he gestured to his stomach (which usually indicates colic), I would give him a dose of Milk of Magnesia, of which several drops would end up all over my shoes. I’m certain it’s macabre by most standards, but for now, I still can’t bear to wash them off. I have a tendency to hold onto the strangest things. I just don’t want to forget.

Love love,
Keiko Lynn