The ability to throw on a dress and hat and go out the door. That’s the beauty that is summer, and warm weather in general. I’m really going to miss this beautiful ability as the temperature drops. It’s going to be about smart layering to maximize warmth as opposed to the ease and freedom to run out the door on a whim.
Summer, we’ve parted too soon.
Still trying to figure out this new schedule and life change. In the meantime, I think my love for the fringe and the tassel is firmly in place. Apparently, it’s also made for layering. I have no issue with that.
I like the idea of a morning wedding. You can wear a pretty floral summer dress and not get too crazy with the formal wear. I always find it a little stressful when I’m expected to get super glammed up, because glam isn’t really my thing and so I feel like I’m lying the whole time. I much rather prefer that line of pretty but not formal – it allows for a little mess and unkemptness, which is a bit of a staple of mine in life.
Also, wedges. Wedges are fabulous especially when the wedding is held in the historic Distillery district which features many a cobblestone streets.
So yes, morning wedding everyone – do it. It leaves you the whole day to celebrate, eat, and dance.
What do you think of when you hear ‘hot mess”? Is it someone in disarray but who has some semblance of charm or beauty? If so, I’d like to think that you’d think of me. Hopefully.
This odd, nerdy, and yes, often klutzy girl can be found trying to take a picture with her backpack falling off. Catching her hat, like it’s supposed to magically save the backpack. Opposite directions really!
C’est la vie. *sigh*
There’s this secret that everyone else is in on, and yet I’m left out of. It’s a secret that everyone just instinctively knows, it’s in the DNA, except that I seem to be missing that gene. It’s the “What the heck is the real purpose of Gazebos” gene.
Honestly, what is the purpose and the logic of having a tiny little gazebo shoved in around a beach, trees, and field? It’s only big enough for maybe three people and it seems to serve no function. I have yet to find a gazebo of who’s purpose and function I am capable of gleaming.
It’s a tiny little wood structure in the middle of nowhere with rather uncomfortable seating, so it’s plain that they don’t want you resting there. The views are usually obstructed by timber. It’s never in a convenient location. Plus, there’s a decided lack of hammocks. So really, what’s a gazebo for?
Other than being a fun background for a fashion blogger of course.
The camp we were recently at had a whole bunch of these fun bridges over little creeks and flood areas. My girl had a great time pretending to be the grumpy old troll on the bridge. She would make me give her hugs and kisses to cross – not a toll I mind paying! I on the other hand, had a fun time posing on them. Swinging on them was fun too! *check instagram for that shot*
Three hours of driving to a cottage go very quickly when you have someone as conversational and entertaining as my friend Reggy beside me. It felt like a quick breeze. What we arrived to, however, was far less entertaining.
Rain.
That first day it decided to rain pretty much the whole time. It’s fine because us ladies had a ball chatting it up nonetheless. We can always entertain ourselves. But it did make for quick and slightly haphazard shots.
My choice was grainy shots because of darkness and much less rain because of the tree canopy, or risk my camera and go out into the full fall. I chose grainy. I hope y’all understand that the camera comes first.
This lovely day started with a mama-daughter date for coffee and croissant. You would think that an omen like that would lead to a fabulous day. But alas, thundershowers started in the early evening, and even though I had organized a games night, I was in the basement, solo and on my hands and knees, bailing water.
It was unapologetically flooding! The first friend to arrive on the scene, threw himself into the bailing without hesitation. As the rain subsided, together we managed to get it into some semblance of control. When everyone else arrived, we paused and played games. One can only take so much.
Halfway through, while one game was being packed up, two friends *one of which I had literally just met!* came down to bail some more since during the interim more water had built up. And finally, when the night was being laid to rest, the rains having stopped, we collected the last of the water. Ten buckets during the course of the evening was the final tally.
I left the dehumidifier on for the next two days, dried a carpet out in the sun, and so far nothing else is the worse for wear.
But let me just say, you know who your real friends are by who is willing to get down and dirty to bail some basement water with you.
Walking down an alley, the color of the bricks and the perfect symmetry of the barred windows caught my attention. The inhospitable exterior seemed the perfect contrast to my soft and flowing exterior. Plus, there was still a certain intoxication in the air. The result of both the humid summer heat, and the lingering effects of the heart of World Pride celebrations.
…when did chasing me around the house to squeeze my boob become the best game ever? To a toddler? Seriously. And when is it going to stop? Just wondering, ’cause you know, I’m lodging a complaint with human resources otherwise.
