This Anna is not THIS Anna

Or, in other words, this is not me.

...But I kind of wish it were?

                             shoot.

Three cheers for Anna Wintour on a soup can!

Is reading fashion news a daily guilty pleasure of mine? Perhaps.

SUE ME.

[Refinery 29 article here] 

love, this anna

Today

I haven't done much

besides

stick a third of a roll of Valentines bubble tape in my mouth

and stand in the shower,

blowing giant bubbles,

while trying to come up with a creative cover of a Fleetwood Mac song.

With no water running

(I forgot to turn it on).

But on other days  I've done lots of things.

like:

You BET that's me on the accordion!

•  Last week when we formed a little band in our living room [guitar: mika violin: brookie  banjo: b-ricks keyboard/beats: kato and nan (yours truly)]  .   

•  And then we tried some fleet foxes and simon & garfunkle and sufjan on for size, and peppered them with some mournful fairy harmonies.

•  And then we called ourselves Children of the American Revolution and played a little opener on Friday:

[okay recording here]

 love, sleep deprivation, and tambourine bruises,

banana