I bought this dress yesterday. Well technically I didn't buy it, I returned a whole bunch of stuff from urbanoutfitters.com that didn't fit and got this dress with some of the money I had coming back to me. So it was like a free dress! (yeah, that's how it works...) Anyway, I got it because I'm going to Mexico this weekend, and I thought it would be perfect.
NOTE: I did this in such a hurry this morning I didn't notice how terrible some of the pictures were... there was strange and indecent side boob, so I switched them out.
My boyfriend's family has a house in Rocky Point, and I have never gone with him because it seems like everyone you talk to about Mexico has had an uncle/neighbor/cousin/cousin's friend/brother-in-law who has been killed by the Mexican drug cartel, and to someone as gullible as me, that's pretty scary.
You know, I should probably start referring to my boyfriend by his name because I am just realizing it gets kind of tedious to type "my boyfriend, my boyfriend, my boyfriend." His name is Bob, but I've always spelled it Bahb because it's more phonetically correct. And he just changed it from "Bob" to "Bahb" on Facebook which made my heart so stinking happy! Awww... whatta guy :)
Anyway, Bahb swears that most people just make shit up about how bad Mexico is and that we're fine where we're going, so hopefully I will be able to relax and not worry every freaking second until I pull back into my driveway! Have I mentioned I'm high-strung?
Dress: Urban Outfitters (Ecote)
Sun Glasses: Ray Bans
I am apparently saying "oh no!" here.
Also, about the skirt I wore Friday, I got a few comments saying that it could totally pass for vintage, and I just wanted to say, that it actually is vintage... look at!
Urban Renewal just finds these skirts and hems them. So you guys were right, I mean a plaid that amazing HAS to be vintage. But it also means it's a veritable crap shoot when you order online and that the "small" can encompass all possible permutations within the sizing spectrum. This might fuel, to an extent, my severe love/hate relationship with Urban Renewal.
Ok, so unrelated, I am scared to death of spiders. Like seriously. I can't even look at pictures of them without starting to cry in terror. With that said, it's pretty neat because the warm weather has driven all the shit you want out of your house inside. Like spiders. You ever get the feeling that there's something on you and then there's nothing there? Well that keeps happening to me, except there is something there, there's a goddamn tiny spider. This has even happened to me while I was sleeping. IN MY BED. MY BED. The one island of safety I had left from spiders.
I stayed up all night watching Married with Children and Booty Call because I couldn't face entering my bed.
My whole life my mom has always told me that because I am so much bigger than them that there is nothing to worry about. Now Mom, I love you and all, but guess what? I am also physically larger than handguns, prison shanks and cyanide capsules, but I still feel it's good practice to avoid them at all cost.
Oh well, spiders or no spiders, today is PERFECT out. Sooooo gorgeous. I hope everyone else's weather is just as great :) have wonderful days anyone who might see this!