Vintage dress bought in Chelsea at a Vintage Fair. Thrifted belt. Frye boots. Levi's denim shirt. Cole Haan sunglasses.
So, despite my optimism, my weekend didn't exactly pan out as planned...at all. Bright spot: the fam came to visit yesterday which was absolutely lovely, but for the most part everything was just, less than stellar. Far less.
However, Friday was absolutely gorgeous, with temperatures flirting with 70 degrees. I didn't even need the denim shirt I'm wearing in these shots but the dress has puffed sleeves that I think I want to alter, because I don't love the way they look on me. I bought this at a vintage fair in Chelsea when I was living in London just off of King's Road. I was on my way to Sloan Square station to take the tube to the V&A, and then I got distracted by vintage. Priorities, you know. I never made it to the museum that day.
I was so pumped about the weather that I let my hair curl and was overly pleased with the return of the DLR look, and since it's longer now I also felt a bit like a mermaid. I don't know why my hair long and curly makes me think of mermaids since if I was a mermaid I'd live in the water and my hair would be wet and therefore not actually textured all the time. This is neither here nor there.
I decided that I needed to go to the health food store and dragged Erin along on a lovely walk. She decided she wanted to take "situational" blog pictures, hence the shots of me perusing an aisle and contemplating whether vanilla Sleepytime tea would please me as much as the regular Sleepytime tea that I had run out of did. Then I just sat on a bench on the sidewalk of the strip mall, next to which were two random desks that did not appear to have any purpose. The class you find in this town is astounding, really.
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