There are little moments of beauty every day. My neighbor who plays the violin on Saturday mornings, aching heartbreakingly beautiful music that drowns out the sound of the crazy parrot a floor below who screeches like an abused child. A glass chilled all day in my freezer waiting for me to come home, clasp it in my warm sweaty hand and pour into it pink lemonade. Wearing my favorite ‘fall’ boots to work even though it’s August and 98 degrees. Life is too short to abide by rules of fashion. Wear white after Labor Day if you feel like it. It’s beautiful.
My Beauty Uniform: Alison Roman
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