Dress: Ross — Sandals: Target — Necklace: Gift — Earrings: Hand-me-down — Necklace (worn as wrap bracelet) — Rosicrucian Museum — Ring: Old
Hey, everybody, and happy 4th of July (to all who care) from Washington! It’s a balmy 63 degrees here, and I can barely remember how hot it was last Saturday back at home when Mike and I went out for a celebratory birthday dinner with his family.
We got steak, in case you were wondering, so obviously I had to dress in a very ladylike fashion. I actually bought this dress at a Ross in Las Vegas a couple of years ago–we’d gone for one friend’s birthday and for two other friends to get married to each other, and I needed a last-minute wedding-attending dress.
This one served its purpose well enough, although I’m not sure I’ll hang onto it much longer than I have. The colors are pretty and I like the cut, but the lining under the sheer layer is sort of stretchy and spandex-y in a way that makes me think of gymwear or bathing suits, and the strip of decorative Underbust Bling is pretty dang itchy. Sure feels summery, though!
It feels especially summery when I throw on this pretty little necklace that Mom got for me a couple of birthdays ago in LaConner, which is only a stone’s throw away from me right now. Dragonflies! Both murderous and beautiful, which is something I really look for in insects.
I also made a point to wear small earrings out of deference to Mike. Like Tia was saying about Braden the other day, I have only a vague idea of what Mike likes when it comes to women’s clothing, if he indeed has any preference at all–but I do know what he doesn’t like, and that’s big earrings. As you might have noticed, most of the time I just ignore his humorously-overdone vows of hatred and wear them anyway, but, y’know, I threw him a bone this time.
(He probably didn’t even notice, but what the hey!)
Anyhow, for all who observe, I hope you enjoy some barbecue and/or fireworks, or otherwise celebrate our fair country in either the most orthodox or most unorthodox way you can. Me, I’ll be eating paella and pettin’ on some dogs, so you know it’ll be a good time. Peace out!