A long time ago I walked into Burberry and saw the most darling little sheep. They were a little strange, fully fluffy, perfectly ME, and... not for sale. I was going to try to pull an Emily Gilmore with the sales associate and sternly suggest that, "EVERYTHING IS FOR SALE," but I wasn't exactly a bad-ass at 14, and my mother taught me better than to be disrespectful on sacred ground. Flash forward almost a decade (WTF?!) and by some stroke of pure luck, the sheep are mine! I cannot get into specifics, and really the specifics would just bore you, but I am the proud owner of these two sheep. They're actually grazing on my carpet right now. I have to name them still (perhaps one Christopher, and the other Bailey? or would that make me
And don't forget about tomorrow's event: A.OK + The Seventh Heart!!