Why Didn't Someone Wake Me Up?

A couple of weeks ago the garbage truck rumbled through the alley behind my house making all sorts of mad noise and beeps. When I woke up I could have sworn was at home, in my parents' house, with the school bus waiting in the driveway. As in 20 years ago. 

I'm homesick. And I can't help thinking it's compounded by the 80's and 90's stuff floating around everywhere. Neon, moto, studs, cropped boots, lace--it's out in full force and I wore a piece of all of it back in the day. Jeggings? Can't remember what we called them, but I had more pairs of ribbed jeans than I knew what to do with. Floral denim? Let's just say I swore NEVER AGAIN to anything bright when it was all over and the fog lifted.

Cut to scene and somehow a pair of neon pink pants has found its way into my closet. Perhaps I can blame it on angst over aging and missing my family? Something's gotta give because I'm actually starting to like neon and it's scaring the hell out of me.  In an effort to test for a cure, this weekend I'm taking a quick zip home to Canada. My sanity is on the line and, quite frankly, I'm not sure how much more Home Depot and the local thrift store can take of my wardrobe.

I told ya: it's crazy time up in here.

Compounded by the back and forth of 'to ferris wheel or not to ferris wheel?'

I FERRIS WHEELED.

But I did not cat, thereby proving I've entered risky waters.

Even my gymnastics skills are coming back.

~Outfit: Gap-Tank, M2F-Vest (similar), Current/Elliott-Jeans, Rebecca Minkoff-Bag (old), Swedish Hasbeens-Shoes (here in soft pink since I'm on a roll), Anthropologie-Sunglasses~

Windblown

Ever notice how January, February and March totally drag on while June, July and August are gone in what seems like the blink of an eye? When I was a kid it felt like summer lasted forever, now not so much.  Totally bums me out.

So this summer I've made the scared as hell pointed decision to take fewer work projects in order to soak up as many warm days as possible. The past couple of years I've found myself at the beginning of September with a lot of regrets for not having done simple things like beach bonfires, a day at Disneyland or tackled a summer reading list. I'm feeling old lately, like time is running out. It really sucks and I don't want it to get the better of me so here goes nothing. 

The other day was hot. I mean SO HOT you couldn't go barefoot on the concrete. Embracing my inner rebel and the dull realization that it won't be long before any time in the sun could leave me shriveled up like a prune, I hauled it down to the beach and found a bunch of other people who had abandoned their jobs, too.  Hmmmmm, I think I'm onto something here.

~Details: T-Zadig & Voltaire (in white), Shorts-Current/Elliott, Belt-Flea Market, Sunglasses-Anthro~

~Bracelets (L): Vanessa Mooney (can't find online, sorry!), (R): Motif 56 (in black); 

Arrow Ring (L): Madewell, (R): Flea Market~

Summer, here I come.

Out of Season

Seeing as this blog has turned into somewhat of a gongshow it seems only right to post pictures from when I was mid-Whole30 about, oh, 2 months ago.  WHAT IN THE WORLD? And what's Whole30 you may be asking yourself? A sugarless story that left me 12lbs lighter for another time.

Well I did tell you I lost the camera, right?

With that in mind I bring you sequins in early spring with a side of tossed salad hairdo.  It all started when I spotted a new neighbor. Okay so I haven't actually seen the neighbor, just the neighbor's ride.  And if you're following me on Pinterest or the other various social networking sites then you know this is DREAM RIDE TERRITORY UP IN HERE.

Checking to see if the coast was clear, I sidled up to Exhibit A. 

Which, in my perfect world, would be turquoise and have a surfboard hanging out the back.

And fuzzy seats, sherpa fuzzy seats. And a rainbow rug. I'll stop with the clichés now.

Another neighbor down the street emerged from his garage with a WTF are you doing

in front of that beater in your shiny sweater young lady?

And no my teeth are not yellow we just don't know how to work the camera.

Word.

Aaaaaand then I almost met the owner of this thing before scurrying off into our pal's garage.

Beach living, folks. Here you have it.