Sassy.

In what feels like being Carrie Bradshaw in that episode where her new fancy dress is being held "hostage" by her dry cleaner I'm awaiting my next payday to be able to afford picking up a book which I ordered some time ago from my friendly lefty and indie neighbourhood bookstore (Octopus Books) - it came in this week. The book is called "How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time" See here. I'm jazzed to read this! Kudos to my godmother, Christina (who bought me a subscription), who was cool enough to know better than me how culturally significant this magazine was/is and how much better it was for me than the ones I would have desired at that age - bs like Seventeen or YM.

Awwww, Sassy.



PS - Gen has first dibs after I get through this. I wish I had a cottage (or a friend with one) so I could read this by a lake...