Welcome To My Bed

Blast from the past.


When you have the opportunity to catch a glimpse of yourself caught in some unspectacular already-over moment, take it. Especially if you can't quite remember where you were or what you were doing.

I'm pretty sure this one is from the summer of garage sales. I know Button and I did a lot of rooting through other people's cast-offs in the warm months before I moved away to New England. There is nothing I miss quite like a New Jersey summer. Even if my hair was terrible.