perhaps my liking for this digby and iona mustache necklace means that i've finally accepted nature's course for olive girls. more likely though, i'll never tire of playing dress up. (i even keep all of my ripped black tights because they make me feel like a storybook street urchin.)
after all, one can't tell when they'll want to travel incognito. with this, forged documents in the name of phileas fogg, and a dubious cockney accent, the possibilities for mustachioed mischief are endless.
