oh. my. goodness.
Four days have gone by and everything, EVERYTHING, has been insane. in. the. membrane.
I don't even know where to start. I've taken pictures everyday, but we don't have any working internet, so I've gotten super behind in my posting, and every day and it's pictures contains story upon story and I'm worried the longer I wait, the more stale and more difficult to recall the stories will be. I don't want to make just one giant post dedicated to four days though. overkill.
so I'll be posting sporadically when I find myself somewhere with free, working internet, which won't be terribly frequently, and these photos and stories will be wildly out of order. probably.
Post Modernism can be my thing now I guess.
top and skirt and shoes: thrifted (DI)
yes, that shirt is covered in 3D pearls. for a dollar. I KNOW.
See if you can guess what happened todayday:
a) I got Sun Stroke and nearly passed out in the middle of the Bronx.
b) I purchased something from McDonald's for the first time in six years. and I LIKED it.
c) I carried a heavy wood futon frame five blocks to our apartment.
d) I went to bed at 5AM!
answers will be posted tomorrow for no particular reason and feel free the skip the text if you just don't care.
oh and here are some things that DID happen the day I WORE this:
we traveled to Brooklyn to hang out with dearfriendlizzie at the flea market.
I was so excited to go to a real big city flea market, because, well, we're new and poor and need cheap crap to fill our apartment with. This place/event was a sore disappointment. There was virtually nothing under $70! luckily we found the dough booth and had a dulce de leche donut, and a blood orange donut. wow. that somehow made it all worth it.
Here is my proud booty from the flea market... this juicy story will be brought to you soon.