Hey Shorty (and me rambling on about summer)

Cardigan- thrifted
Blouse- Thrifted, vintage
Jean Shorts- Lane Bryant
Earrings- World Market
Shoes- Swedish Hasbeens

This is not, by any means, my most amazing ensamble, but I did really like it. Not totally office appropriate, but I kinda need to do laundry so this is what I came up with.  I was a little worried when a girl in a Cher t-shirt (like from a Cher concert...) told me my outfit was adorable...

yes this is the same field as my last post. It's down the street from the office so expect to see this place quite a bit in the future. Or at least until the sun kills all the green and it turns into a fire hazzard. Which could be this week since it's 80. Ah California.... On that note, I unfortunately will be spending the summer here again. I was supposed to start school in June, but am now not starting until September. Which I am honestly perfectly happy to do so, just a mite bitter about the sunshine. Which is why I went searching high and low for some shorts this week. They were surprisingly hard to find! It doesn't help that I've lost a bit of weight lately and now I find that I am between sizes. They might not be the most flattering things, but I have a terrible weakness for jean shorts (so expect to see these a lot this summer too!)



Speaking of things I'll wear this summer, I am working on four (yes four!) summer dresses right now. I finally realized that one of the reasons I hate summer so much is because I don't like dressing for summer. I know people go on and on about easy dresses and simple sandals, lightweight flowy tops and breezy skirts, well blah, blah, this is very uninteresting. I like dimention to my clothing, layers, and layers, and more layers. I also look terrible in summer colours. But I am branching out. I am making clothes in *gasp!* pastels, with no sleeves, in lightweight cottons and with delicate looking floral prints. I know. Maybe now I won't have three loads of dark coloured laundry each time I wash my clothes!



With the prospect of new clothes in which to frolic, this summer I've decided to do things that will distract me from the fact that it is actually summer (which begins this week for us *grumblegrumblegrumble*). Beaching, Disneyland-ing, the-camping-trip-my-friends-and-I-have-talked-about-taking-since-we-were-10-finally-happening, etc. My sister wants to throw me a big birthday party/going away party (she likes to plan parties and will find any excuse she can) and is pushing for either a Great Gatsby theme or a classic 60's Cocktail Shindig. Either one means making a new dress which in turn makes me happy. I don't really like birthdays or their parties (I threw one last year which was basically just a bunch of people over for a BBQ and we talked. No gifts because I get embarrassed by opening them. Yeah I'm awesome...), but I do like new vintage dresses :-). All in all, I'm actually excited for this summer!

The funny thing is that I've been making all these plans about distracting myself from summer when I think what I'm actually trying to distract myself from is the fact that it is actually happening. I am actually leaving, this is actually my last 6 months here, I will actually finally do it. It's weird because I know it will happen, but I still can't really wrap my head around the idea. The thought of not being here, permanently (mostly) is almost unfathomable (11th favourite word).  I remember feeling like this the few months leading up to my trip to the UK. I knew it was happening, but I couldn't actually conceive it happening. The week prior to the trip reality finally began to set in and I started freaking out, thinking that something was going to go wrong, some disaster would prevent my going. I would dream about all the fantastic adventures and then stop myself, convinced that if I dreamed about it would not become a reality. And here I find myself doing the same thing. I've paid my enrollment deposit, waiting to hear back from FAFSA, confirmed my orientation date... and yet i feel like I am playacting. It's all pretend and tomorrow I will wake up and find it was just another one of my silly dreams. But it's true! It's honestly, really, very true. My silly brain just can't seem to handle that.