I’ve always been a little late to the game.
When skinny jeans first became a thing again in the early 2000s, I remember swearing that I would never be caught dead in them. They looked weird and alien-ish and I thought my hand-me-down bell bottoms were just so much cooler. (more…)
Lately, my legs are adjusting to the long forgotten sensation known as sunshine. They’re happy to be out and I’m eager to get them into shape for beaches and skirts. I finally get to eat outside again and no one is taking that away from me for another five months.
Currently, I am waiting for invites to picnics at the park, or any kind of lunch invite, really. I’m not picky as long as I get to be outside soaking in the rays. My mind is already daydreaming of the Cape and other shenanigans. (more…)