cookin on the grill with air dried hair and no make-up. everyone needs to have a rest day and this day is my version of roughing it.
t shirt- target
sunglasses- franco sarto via tjmaxx
my favorite feature in lucky magazine is based on the style blog my mom the style icon. people send in photos of their mother in their heyday with stories about how they inspired them sartorially. the photos i took today while is was cooking up weiners(buzzword of the week, right?) reminded me of old pictures of my mom in college. the smoky haze from my grill, the 70s quality of the images, the long skirt. only my mom is so naturally lovely she has never needed make-up. she's just good and wonderful and well-intentioned all the time. and she expects the best out of everyone. we also weren't allowed to say butt and crap at our house growing up. we got a stern look if we ever implied that someone "tooted". we had to sit on our fanny and only say nice things to each other and never even think about any type of rude bodily function. it was a really wonderful childhood.
oy vey! my air dried hair is so wrong it will never be right.