I initially hated my boyfriend’s Miata, but somehow, maybe something to do with this hot, hot, hot heat, I’ve grown rather fond of this Mario-Kart-can’t-go-faster-than-70km/h-esque car. Despite the fact that it is exponentially more dangerous than your average sedan (even coupe for that matter), I doth enjoy the carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life image that was originally advertised for the Miata.
Carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life. I mean, just how sexy is my
100% human hair burka highway hair?
It totally makes sense that the perfect sunnies for my face happen to be from the men’s section. Not because I have the facial structure of a man (though I love me some androgyny), but because my head is huge. It’s a family thing. Whatever.
It was actually between these or reflective aviators in brown/yellow… but it just made everything too beige. What with the brown hair and tan skin–that would just make my face look like a piece of poo. I love tans and all, but there is a limit to how much brown you can wear in an outfit before you start looking like a walking log of poo.
ANYWAYS. No Pants Season is here, and the universe is making sense again. Brb while I live in denim cutoffs and billowy tops.