Today I’m feeling very Courtney Love circa 1994, which happens once every couple of seasons or so. I wanna be the girl with the most cake, and so on and so forth. You know how it goes. The anecdote is usually a dress that looks like it belongs on a doll paired with really beat up shoes. This particular dolly dress is an heirloom of sorts. It belonged to one of my aunts in the 70’s, and I found it hidden in a pile of things in my Granny’s attic. It was kind of moldy and stained, but I managed to revive it with a bit of borax and vinegar, and now it helps me to fake it so real I am beyond fake on days like these.