Enjoying the silence I began mentally planning posts for the upcoming week when it hit me: I had none. Up out of the bed I hopped. After glancing out the window to see miracle of all miracles - the SUN shining (seriously it's been in the 60's for a month) - I popped the closet open and stared down a skirt I've been hankering to wear ever since spring supposedly sprung. At approximately a half past I'm not quite ready yet the Chef rang me to say he was ready. Cut to scene and there I was zipping off down PCH in hot pursuit of wherever he was--ever tried coordinating locations by cell phone? Um, I don't advise.
Me: 'You're where?'
Him: 'Well where are you?
Me: 'Who cares where I am? I'm driving toward you, aren't I?!"
Him: 'I'm parked on the side of the road at xyz'
Me: 'I have no clue where that is, ya know.'
Him: 'Where are you?'
Me: 'Haven't we already been over this? Fine. I'm at ab and cd.'
Him: 'Look up the road and to your right. I'm on the side of the road'
....he says as I zip on by, surrounded by traffic, unable to stop. Oy vey people.
Fortunately we were able to find some open field thing that looked like the middle of nowhere. Totally reminded me of the desert. Palm Springs? Is that you calling? Hope to see you soon. Love, Carrie.
~Jacket--Forever21 (10yrs ago), Tanks--Gap, Skirt--Mes Demoiselles, Shoes--Matt Bernson,
Note the No Stopping Any Time sign. As an avid nerd and follower of the law, signs like this
breed fear and guilt in me. If the sign says NO then why are we stopping here??
What if the Poliiiiiice come?? *cue carrie breaking into a sweat*
Look into my eyes. What do you see? You see him calmly taking a photo while I nervously
glance down the road to see if the black and whites are coming to haul us to the clanker.
Serious moment: skirt.
Skirt, skirt, skirt infinity.
Total score at 75% off at Calypso. *tears*
Do you check their sales?? Must.do.
~Bracelets (from top to bottom): Motif 56, PANYC studded leather wrap, Bluma Project blue~
Here I am on the verge of a breakdown waiting for some authority figure to jump out and holler
that he's got us on tape and we're going down. Who's gonna make the food then, huh Chef?!?
hehe. little dramatic over here at the bird sometimes.
Anyway this was Saturday complete with disheveled hair and a side of wind. I've got a confession: I hit the jackpot so hard at the flea market on Sunday. $8 pants. EIGHT DOLLAR PANTS. Now if I can only find someone to take a picture of me wearing them...