Tunic: Threadless — Leggings: Target — Socks: Target — Shoes: Payless — Camisole: Old Navy
What do we have here? Travel clothing! While a close-fitting tunic and leggings aren’t the most flattering ensemble for my body type (emphasizing the disparity between my hips and chest and further elongating my already-long torso), this sort of outfit is suuuuper comfy for traveling; in this particular case, for sitting in a car for eight hours to drive down to Irvine, like my friend Tito and I did a few weekends ago! We were mega-jazzed to visit a good friend and book club alum down there, I tell you what.
(The swan was excited, too.)
And, surprise surprise, we had a hella good time! Lots of fantastic food and conversation, and many “if this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is” moments. Plus, Irvine’s farmer’s market is waaaay nicer than our local one, which–what the hell! I don’t live in the Central Valley, basket of agriculture, for nothing! Get it together, local farmer’s market guys. I want way more broccoli sprouts available when I stop by next Sunday.
At least we don’t have people who think they’re funny. (I vacillate between chortling and scoffing at this picture, so make of that what you will.)
And, um, I’d say we have better spellers, but we really don’t. (I’m looking at you, bakery stand employee who sold us “banna bread” a few months ago.)
But I’ll let that all go because what we ended up with was one heck of a beach-picnic lunch. Chicken sausages, Braunschweiger, goat’s-milk gouda, mushroom brie, a sourdough baguette, three different spreads (namely: artichoke and spinach, baba ghanoush, and sundried tomato), and three or four varieties of not-pictured-here dried dates, including one kind that tasted, I kid you not, like roses and champagne. Oh, and some pita chips that remained unopened because everything else was so. Damn. Good. Yowza. I gotta say, this is making the slightly withered navel
oranang orange on my desk look pretty sorry right about now…