Photo by Liam Sharp.
"You've Got Mars Rising in Uranus": That is the title of a greeting card recently sent to me by Lu. I think it's a two or three-pronged joke, since she abhors astrology and I don't eat oatmeal for breakfast during full moons unless Susan Miller says it's OK. Anyway, for Christmas Lu loaded me up with rad gifts culled from traveling, in particular, traveling to London where this photo was taken for Wired UK. Yeah, she can't come to the blog right now. LEAVE A MESSAGE MORTAL!
My swag included a rad '70s shell necklace that obviously has some magical powers, embellished tights from TopShop, dark blue with glitter nail polish from Boots, and invaluable nonmaterial missives direct from her cranium.
I sent her something back but I can't disclose it here in case it hasn't arrived. Meanwhile, we email just about every single day regarding what we've eaten and whether we've exercised. I'm not about to get down with the green smoothies and FitBits but I'm continually flattered that Lu is my friend let alone my unofficial personal trainer. Our preliminary research concludes that three IPAs is the caloric equivalent to half a loaf of Wonderbread.
Here's to a 2012 of increased love, health, wealth, travel, and all that!
I'm below, on an "Ugly Wig and Tracksuit" walk with my dear friend Holly on New Year's Day.
