|bodycon dress: Rue 21:: rose cardigan, gold flats: GAP ::|
My short blogging hiatus can be blamed on a combination of the following: 1.) Lack of sartorial inspiration stemming from the burdensome heat and humidity wave raging in the Midwest; 2.) An explosion of ideas on how to use up all the craft supplies I have hoarded in excess over the years, resulting in a barrage of new items in the shop; 3.)Keeping afloat in the ocean of my thoughts on happiness, self-worth, and other ontological questions that a lot of people regard as useless nonsense, yet they continue to keep me up at night. I wonder if trying to figure out answers that would satisfy me have sunk me into some kind of mild depression, or if that is histrionic of me to even assume. But there it is.
I assure you I'm fine. I haven't locked myself into isolation with only my laptop filled with downloaded audiobooks as company and the LotR trilogy playing in the background on loop. Though that does sound appealing and relaxing.
Last Saturday, B and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary. It was a super low-key affair of small town exploring and the consumption of tons of pie. A pretty great way to celebrate, if I say so myself. We tried to walk off all the sweet calories in a nearby park, but we didn't anticipate the hungry hordes of mosquitoes waiting for a sugar-fed meal. I have a billion bites to prove our futile fitness attempt.
These photos have captured my inability to be one with nature: from the untamable mane to the "please stick me in the fridge now" face.