The News of Liza Kate

A dear friend of mine recently unearthed this photo and put it on the interweb. It features the following:

-my main man, Pony,

-a sweet tan, courtesy of Europe and her toptional beaches,

-a golden-toed foot that, three months earlier, suffered a drunken break while wearing the same black, strappy deals here,

-and my upper lip, which is eating my lower one.



It also features longish hair and a little bit of makeup.

Oh, and those shoes - they have heels on them.

Did I mention golden toes?

This photo was taken two years ago, at the height of my "I'm too masculine!" phase.

I think that the height of every phase, from here on out, should be
supplemented with a two year old photo.

Because I looked kind of fancy.

(photo by: belly smiggs.)

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