TIME IS CREEKIN' BY

Last time I was propelling down the side of a snow covered mountain, I was five years old. My father had a rope tied around my waist so I wouldn't fly too far ahead of him. I was still a champ. Tomorrow, I will yet again strap those skis to my boots as I go on a day trip with my friends to Wisconsin to ski. Let's hope I don't need a rope again. It's going to be a very eventful day.

[DKNY blazer / GAP blouse / THREAD SENSE shorts / JEFFERY CAMPBELL oxfords]

Who wants to bet I get a couple bruises?