Arsenic and Old Lace

Darling ones,
Its been awhile my imaginary readers, its been awhile. A month and 27 days to be exact, but we don't have to be numerically strict, do we? Because time is time is time is...well more time but that is for another time, another place, planet, black hole, parallel dimension in a time space... yadda yadda yadda. I will stop before I lose the Adipose surrounding my hips, along with my imaginary listeners. I'll just stop.
To the needed information for this entry and not just some random gibberish that sounds smart and witty in my mind and just oh so not in the air. Gosh I am being terribly random today....

I have made up my mind, darlings. This is to be as I predicted a all encompassing blog. Not literally, but sort of. I'll come home from the day, get on here, write a bit of nonsense about school, people, than get talk about my lover, fashion (that was original, wasn't it? rhetorical.), and why a peplum is old, and midriffs are repetitively ever there, ever thine, ever mine, ever ours. I can "mis-quote" Carrie quoting Big quoting Carrie quoting Beethoven if I please, loves.
 Before I start ranting on the personal obsession over certian pale green D&G coat that played background to a not-purple tulip covered midriff....

Throw that Junk,
PA

Positively the same dame.

If you have stumbled upon this blog I call home your probably either saying "Fur, Feathers & Fairy Dust, thats cute" "...thats weird", or you're wondering why I'm addressing you right now. Whatever way it is though, hello. My name is P----- A---- Roberts, but you can call me PA because well I dislike my name completely.

• I'm weird unique (that's what the cool people say... while sitting at Applebees), 
• a South Carolinianian (don't argue with me on it. i stutter speak the truth), 
• a Wintour worshipper (if you don't know by the last name who that is...get off of here right now, seriously. I'm for real.), 
• a cardigan swallowed girl,
• a chronic list maker,
• a seventeen year old,
• a Sarcastic,
• a ginger brunette (Whovians will get that one!),
• a fashion slave and fashion whore,
• and a Anglophile.

but with all that said, I haven’t decided what this blog is going to be about. Is it a blog? Well whatever the name of the entirety is is far from a concern of mine. One thing I can tell you that there will be pictures and words. Good deal. I know, I know, the sarcasm has prevailed early in this writers words. In all seriousness though, I can say there will be fashion shots, entries about nonsense and profoundness, and many literary references, self indulgent wish lists, and more than one Cary Grant mention. 

Throw that Junk,
PA