Foreign Exchange blouse
Forever 21 shorts
Reviving an outfit from last summer because unfortunately for me, I’m not one of those girls who enjoys knit leggings, cuddles with Starbucks’ red holiday cups, and loves fall with the power of a thousand autumn-oriented emojis. Instead, I have an affinity for wearing no pants (but who doesn’t, really?), and I find layers and closed-toed shoes restricting.. And that’s how a summer wardrobe emerges as my forte.
I will be forever entranced with loose-fitting blouses that billow through light summer breezes, denim cutoffs with an iconic destroyed pocket, sandals I can ruin at the beach..
Lizzie Velasquez’s TEDTalks video on agency. So important to remember every single day of your life. It’s not about dousing yourself in optimism or even being grateful for all the good things in your life, it’s about the fact that you have full control of your life–full control to chase the good things–and that’s the greatest blessing we could ever have.
I’m sick. It’s literally the first week of school, and I am ridden with infection–a walking, talking, breathing 24-hour phlegm factory. All this phlegm has gotten me really curious as to how phlegm and mucus come about in the body… but I’ll save that Google search for later.
Crochet top — Marshall’s; yellow bikini — Walmart; destroyed denim cutoffs — Forever21; fringe sandals — Minnetonka; sunnies — Free People; backdrop — Waimea Beach, HI
Crochet tops are bomb because it’s like you’re naked. Hawaii is bomb. The shaved ice I got in this outfit is bomb (Matsumoto’s on the Northshore–WITH ice cream!!!!!). Phlegm, however, is not bomb.
Brb, while I get up all on my cherry-flavoured Benylin Extra Strength lean..
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.