On Saturday Bri was working her second job at the Mission Inn Museum. I had a check to drop off for her and we were going to have lunch together, but plans didn't work out and we decided to go shopping after she got off instead. So I was waiting for her to get off work and decided to pop into my favourite thrift store. I never leave that store empty handed, but the last few times I've been in there, the clothing selection has not been all that great. Actually clothes-wise I've been having really bad luck with thrifting lately. By Saturday it had been a whole week since I'd done any thrifting and I hadn't been in my favourite shop for probably a month (they keep weird hours and my schedule and theirs never lines up). So in I treked and what did I find? Not one, not two, but three vintage dresses in my size that fit like a glove. I actually entered the dressing room (which is actually a curtain and a gate which is full of holes and not very private) with five items and walked out with four fitting (and the one that didn't fit was too big, so take that Universe!). The last thing is something I'll show you guys later next week (hopefully it cools down!), that I am totally in love with, and the other two dresses need a little TLC before I can show them off, including one that needs about three feet lopped off before I can wear it.
Anyways this dress was the last one that I found and ended up costing me $2 (everything in the store was half off. I know my luck is sometimes pretty great.). It was the last thing I tried on because it was just too perfect and I kept giving it a pep talk in the dressing room about how it was going to fit and had no options but to fit me and yes lady standing outside the dressing room I am talking to a dress, thankyouverymuch. Here's the thing about this dress, while I totally love it (anyone else pick up on the colour pallet? I told you I'm stuck!), it is almost garish. I mean the print is so big, and it's so bright, and if I ever needed to blend in or was sent on some secret spy mission, this is not the dress I'm going to wear. I've worn it twice since I bought it, and each time I feel like I stick out even more so than normal. No one has said anything, but I have certainly got a few strange looks. And yet all those looks end in a big grin. And not "the grin" (the "wow you are a freak in the way you dress and I am so much better than you for wearing my jeans/flip-flops/hoodies/uggs/mini skirt showing off the goods/sweat pants" grin. You know the one.), but a friendly, "wow that is a loud dress and yet I cannot help but be made happy by it's very exisitance" kind of grin. Which is kind of how I feel about it, like life is okay as long as this dress is around. It is just a happy dress and therefore is now my new favourite. Plus poppies are my favourite flower and so clearly this dress was made for me (and according to the second photo, brings out my inner flirt).
I don't usually show you guys the bad photos, but this one made me laugh!
Last night I "woke up" (as in became aware of, and then ignored as usual) to a 4.4 earthquake out of LA County. I actually forgot about the earthquake by the time I got up and only remembered it when I saw this on my news feeds this morning. Why is this news then? It is California. We have earthquakes. It's what we do. Why are we excited? Good Gosh this drives me crazy.
Oh! and one more thing! I found this Tumblr yesterday that is entirely dedicated to cupcakes. I know you can thank me now.