Top: Thrifted — Skirt: From my friend Leah’s free pile — Sandals: Goodwill (Aerosoles) — Belt: Target — Earrings: Gift from Katie! — Bracelet: Hand-me-down
It’s been a while since we’ve seen anything from Leah’s free pile, huh? I dunno what the deal is. Well, I guess, actually, that the deal is that I phased some of it out because, while cute, it wasn’t right for me, and other things are better suited to cooler weather. (YES, I used that many commas intentionally, thank you for asking.) With this skirt, however, I have no excuse.
It’s got such a fun bubble hem that poofs hilariously when the wind picks up! And sure, it still has a bleach stain on one side, but the stain is way smaller and less of a big deal than I remember it being, so I didn’t even bother covering it up with a pin or anything this time, I just let it disappear into the folds.
Good thing, too, because I continue to have fun experimenting with the dusty lavender color! I figured out last year that it looks pretty good with red, so I riffed off of that with a little red, a little green, a little somethin’-somethin’, if you know what I mean. (You probably do not. I don’t know either.)
Michael and I took advantage of the good weather (read: spicy hot during the day but fairly pleasant towards 7pm) to have ourselves a little cookout, where we grilled red-wine-garlic-and-herb pork skewers (which originated with this recipe, except Mike is a dork who doesn’t like chimichurri so I reworked the flavors so the end result was nothing like the original idea–go team!) and some delicious, delicious, nutritionally-empty corn. I also took the opportunity to slap some flank steak on the grill so that we can have steak tacos tonight, because I am nothing if not the picture of efficiency.
Part of me does feel like summer has been dragging on forever; It’s so hot!, my brain whines, and I’m so sick of all of my clothes! But really, sitting around in the backyard, eating grilled whatever and feeling cheery ain’t too bad at all, no sir.
Even when it’s just Mike and me and neither of us are quite sure how to tell when pork tenderloin is finished cooking, especially since the fire isn’t as hot as the recipe says, so we just keep poking at it until such arbitrary time as we decide we’re hungry and it’s done.
He brings out the best in me, I tell ya.