Well, the goals I set for outfit posts this weekend were a complete fail.
While Paul and I did have a wonderful weekend: both Friday and Saturday
night was spent socializing and relaxing with friends at some local bars
and Sunday's sunny afternoon was ideal for a picnic, things didn't quite
go my way. On Saturday, Paul and I headed over to the dog park with
Kobe-the ushe. Upon arrival I realized I had a huge coffee stain down the
front of my white dress (after four cups of coffee I'm surprised I don't
always to spill on myself). That was nothing though. The real drama
had not begun. On Sunday, with the weather so much in our favour,
Paul and I decided a picnic was in order- there's not much time left for
that! After walking a decent amount we finally arrived at our destination.
We allowed Kobe to swim first so he'd cool and calm down and allow us to
eat in peace. Kobe then gets out of the water, walks ahead of me, and kicks!
He's just kicking up dirt and it was all landing on me! I was covered, from
head to toe, in mud. To make matters worse, Auntie Dot decided it was
time to visit. Right there in the park. With no washrooms. No bueno. Oh,
it was an awkward walk home. Ya just gotta roll with the punches.
Yesterday, after the somewhat sad realization that the temperatures
are rapidly dropping and I most likely won't feel the heat again until
2014, except for the brief Indian Summer we'll receive in the Fall, I got
on my hands and knees and pulled out the dusty boxes of boots from
underneath my bed. I always associate the end of summer with cowboy
boots. Probably because they don't do well in the rain, therefore the maj-
ority of the year it's unsuitable to wear them- and my feet just get stuffy
when I wear them on hot days. Since cowboy boots conjure up images of
rough cowboys (duh), desert terrain, crazy gunslingers, and a harsh way
of life many of us in the States and Canada have long forgotten, I like to
wear the complete opposite of all that imagery and wear a romantic girly
dress. I like the juxtaposition between soft and tough. Just like a white
lace dress and a leather biker jacket (why haven't I bought one yet?!).
Souvenir (from Mexico) Necklace