Hat: Target, Shoes: Payless, Shorts: F21, Shirt: NY and Co., Blazer: Vintage, Bracelets: F21 and DIY, Nails: Ulta Wild Night
Confession. I am not a beach person. Not remotely. Saying such is like proclaiming to a group of vegetarians that you're craving a big, juicy steak when you live in Florida. But even this non-beach-loving, pasty white-legged, anti-Floridian Floridian craves the beach on a day like today. It probably has something to do with being stuck in a classroom with no windows for I can't name how many hours straight under a bazillion florescent lights which just sit there taunting you because you can't be outside absorbing real, live sunlight. So naturally, I wore an over-the-top sunhat and shades and daydreamed about how I would spend a day getaway to the coast. Most likely with some lemonade and a bottle of coconut-smelling sun lotion, painting my nails and watching my puppy dog play frizbee. Meh. Dear Anonymous (not so anonymous...Dusty, it's you), I'm putting in an order to be swept off of my feet on a skip day from class and work to the beach. I'll even pack the sandwiches. Thanks in advance.