I have exactly one dress that has a name. It is a bright orange dress printed with big orange/yellow/white flowers. It hugs my body like it was made for me, but it’s just a super lucky vintage shop find.
It is named “Boys for Pelé” and wearing it tends to bring a certain attitude. I pretty much can’t wear it unless my hair is bright red.
The only other thing I own that has a name is my laptop. You can call it Tealfour, which is short for its real name. You’re not allowed to know its real name.
I walked into my closet today after yoga class and wondered what I should wear. Then I realized I was already wearing orange socks and tights printed with lava, and my hair is still hot red. Yeah. Today’s a volcano sex goddess kind of day.
And now, bacon.