Red Meets Mint

I used to hate when a dress with a specific waistline--be it empire, natural, or dropped--was worn with a belt at a different level. It just seemed wrong somehow. But now I kinda like the effect. Look at me, rebelling against the designer's intent! Appalling behavior, dontcha think? ;-)

I thrifted this dress last summer, and it's become a staple favorite. Anyone who's followed my blog for more than a minute has surely seen it at least once. Sorry about that? I don't feel bad for wearing my clothes multiple times, but I do hope that you're not bored. The brand, Caroline Wells, appears to have lapsed out of existence, but Etsy and eBay still yield a few results. The necklace was a gift from one of my mom's friends, ages ago. Recently it's begun to tickle my fancy. I don't get to use that phrase often enough.

My sister likes to tease me that I'm turning into my mother--"You're such an old lady, Sonya!"--and to an extent she's right. I'm always turning down the radio in the car. "What are you trying to do, blast my eardrums out?" But I don't mind becoming my mom. She's a cool lady.



Kicking the grass. Take that, grass! I was trying to use a more dynamic pose, even at the expense of narrative cohesion.