sex appeal circa 1890

I had a dream the other night (one of the few that I remember lately) that a young man had painted me a sign that read in colorful pencil, "Awrahlena est Sexy." I thanked him for it profusely -- like, I was really grateful that he had gone to the trouble to reassure me that I hadn't completely let myself go. I remember feeling pretty hott for the duration of the sequence.

Dreams like this give me the confidence to make purchases like this vintage flannel nightgown from L.L. Bean. To be worn with the shearling-lined rubber Bean boots, bien sûr.