Dress? Lida Baday, thrifted Silk shirt? Liz Claibourne, thrifted Shoes? Frye, Winners Belt and clutch? Thrifted Earrings? F21
I dressed nice all weekend. It rained all weekend.
But I was determined to get outfit pictures today because in my mind, your world will crumble without a new post from myself... and I really liked what I was wearing. So, instead of checking my ego at the door, we drove down to the harbour and searched for an interesting location with some shelter from the wind and rain. We went to this little covered entry way to the docks and just sat in the truck; working up the courage to take pictures in the crap weather. A security guard came through the gates and Matt took a picture. He wanted me to know that he could sit in the comfort of the vehicle and still take pictures of me doing my thing.
That wasn't enough for me. I didn't hire him for his long distance paparazzi skills; if I suffer, he suffers. So we sat in the truck a while longer. Finally, Matt says that we have to make some decisions. I agree but we continue to sit in the truck, waiting... Then Matt farted and that forces the decision. We run out, quickly realizing that the entry way really gives no shelter. We take pictures. Let's pretend that the rain drops on the lens are artistic...
This is what I have for you today; a good outfit, rain soaked, mediocre pictures and an over share story.