I’m Lindsay. And sometimes I’m fancy.
I covet H&M, Forever 21, BCBG, Michael Kors, Marc Jacobs and Chanel all pretty much the same. I’m an equal opportunity coveter.
Sometimes I wear red lipstick and high heels to empty the dishwasher or clean out the cat litter. I just don’t want my red lipstick and high heels to feel neglected.
I change my hair colour frequently, feel naked without nail polish and am kind of obsessed with the perfect eyebrows. Which I may or may not ever have.
My grandmother used to tell me to stop pouting and strangers always tell me to smile. What my grandmother refused to believe and the strangers don’t know is, it’s just my face. I can’t help it.
My same grandmother, Nanny Claire, used to ask me “isn’t it hard living in the city Linds? Don’t you always want to go in the stores?”
Yes. Yes it is, Nan. I know the layout of most of the downtown Montreal malls better than I know my own age. Which is 29, obviously (maybe 31).
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