Friday's aren't meant for waste. No matter how exhausted I was from the week I knew it would be a shame to snip away at my weekend... which already seems shorter week by week. Fridays are like the weekends' stilleto a necessary extention if you may. As a celebration to my long exhausting week of eating nothing that seemed to appeal to me, tonight was all about appeal and the spoiling of my taste buds. The banana foster was the death of me, no words could have described how it seemed to just melt in my mouth. The last time I had banana foster was the first time my sister made it at home. Probably not as pretty that time for her first time, but just as scrumpulicious!
i'm wearing a cynthia rowley coat. f21 blouse. tarte leggings. marni platform heels.
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