April Showers Dress- Made by me
Earrings- Vintage, Church rummage sale
Don't be fooled by my charming and beguiling smile. It's hot. I hate that. I feel like I have weather senior-itis. "Only four more months! Four more months! Then I will be rid of this damnable heat forever!" Then I put my hand to my forehead and pretend to faint from heat exhaustion while my family ignores me and goes about their business. The same thing happens every year. I mean, it's just obscene for it to be 74 degrees at 11:00am. I'm not looking forward to when it's 80 degrees at 9am, but that's still a month off. I'm really trying to like summer. I have all these grand plans for summer, clothes I'll make and wear, places I'll go. I want my "last" summer here to be a truly "Californian" experience. I'll go surfing in the morning, eat at In-N-Out in the afternoon, and spend the evening at Disneyland. I'll wear my huaraches with a bushy-bushy-blonde hair-do, and dig a French bikini (not really). There will be drag races, and Ice Cream socials, and Frankie Avalon will sing me a song while I try to make his hair move. But in reality, it is just hot, and I do not like it. It makes me cranky, hot, and just a tad bitter. But I am sucking it up, wearing my favourite dress of the moment, some sandals, and the bag I will be buried with. My hair is out of the way, and I've got a giant bottle of water with me. My arms are sunblocked, bug bites are covered in medicine, and if the sun even thinks about turning me pink, I will punch it in the face. I am prepared for this thing they call summer, and by George, it will not defeat me!