I feel like I just shook with Edward Scissorhands. The forces of desert wind and my own tendency to harm myself on usually innocuous household objects (orange peels, flour sifters) means I have two broken nails and more tiny cuts on my fingers than I can count.
French Laundry shirt, altered Merona jeans, Merona flats, self-made choker.
Ever-so-slightly ghoulish makeup today. Bare skin and clear lip balm, with deep matte charcoal layered over matte violet and shimmery cranberry on my eyes.