So, I mixed some Woolite and lukewarm water into a small tub in the sink. I dipped the skirt in and out of the water and gently swished the fabric around in the water, taking care not to wring the fabric. Then I wrapped the items in a towel and patted/rolled it dry before laying it out flat to dry on the rack. Seems easy enough, but I've never done this so I'm not sure what to expect. Haha, I feel very silly because people who know what they're doing will think I'm a total beginner. I'm still proud of myself no matter what, though!～♡ Hopefully it turns out okay. Maybe next time I'll try a different method, such as hang-drying. Won't that be exciting! (Total sarcasm!)
Jacky and my raven & black silk skirts!
I was trying to find Burt's Bees toothpaste after we opened one at Shan's house. It's very divine! I checked two London Drugs and I couldn't find any. Perhaps I'll have better luck at Shoppers Drug Mart.
I think that will conclude this entry. I'll try to write something soon.. (ha! That's what I always say.)
Karelos pushed and turned the key in the lock. The door swung open and she stepped into the apartment. She kicked off her heels and flicked on the light closest to the door. The view of the elegantly furnished apartment met her eyes and she sighed. Finally, she was home. It had been a long while since she returned to this place. Everything was as she left it; untouched, but kept clean by the maid that visited once every two weeks.
"Where are you?" Karelos called for the little cream-coloured french bulldog, but no scuttling of little paws answered. The room was cold.
She threw her purse on the sofa and walked to the bathroom. She blinked into the mirror at the dark circles that were beginning to form under her eyes, though it shouldn't have been a surprise. The drinking parties and late nights out were bound to take a toll on her skin somehow. She tied up her hair and began to remove her dark eyeliner, wiping off glittery silver eyeshadow in excess.
After she freshened up, Karelos sat down at her laptop and turned it on. The machine slowly flickered to life, the pale glowing screen the main source of light in the dim room.
Her email was filled with rantings from old friends, the occasional work-related mail, and one or two spam mails. But there was no email from him. She figured she would have to wait a little longer. The clock read 12:26AM.