luck be a lady tonight

Thrifted dress, payless shoes, scrounged headband, store-bought Boyfriend.

countdown: one week or seven days

Which do you think sounds longer?

I'd like to have more time stateside. I've worked non-stop all summer, which has proven to be both a blessing and a curse. On the bright side I've had zero time to slow down and over-analyze myself. This means I haven't stressed about the upcoming London trip; well, not that much. On the downside I haven't spent nearly as much time with Boyfriend as I wanted to. I don't feel like I'm ready to leave him because I haven't seen him enough this summer. Damn you, combined-100-hours-of-work-a-week!

I do think I'm leaning toward looking at all this working as a positive thing! Not only do I have some money saved up for London but I also had enough money to buy a new lens for Frank (it arrived yesterday and I will be playing with it soon). More importantly, I haven't had much time to be still and think. This is bad sometimes but good for me right now. Lately, I've found that when I have trouble falling a sleep my thoughts are very negative. I get all panic-y about not seeing Boyfriend, not being able to make friends, losing contact with everyone back here, and generally failing at life while abroad. The good news is that between working full time and getting ready for London I've been pushing myself toward exhaustion. I tend to fall asleep minutes after my head hits the pillow. In fact, I'm so exhausted that I'm reliant on free Redbull shots and coffee to get through the day. This is a horrible dependency and one I will be weaning myself off of when I arrive in London.

For now though, I'm enjoying being a zombie slave during the day and a sleeping princess at night. The countdown continues, I just don't plan on paying any attention to it!


Zombie slave: (n) a worker who functions on zero energy and with little enthusiasm. Gets shit done.

hipster girlfriend

ph. Boyfriend, thanks dude.

So... why do you ask are these photos not up to normal quality? A) The sun. B) I broke Frank. These photos were taken Sunday afternoon. Sunday morning was Boyfriend's graduation. The night before the gradation I'd washed his favorite dress (for me to wear not him) and hung it up to dry in my dorm room. The morning of his dorm room I scrambled onto my bed to get it down and somehow in the process Frank fell to the floor *crash*. Now his lens is broken. I can still use him but I have to physically hold the lens to the camera body and even then there is some light damage. I have yet to find out how much it costs to fix but hopefully not too much. Shit. :( This is just proof that I'm not ready to be a mother.

Anyway, back to the outfit. This was my third outfit of the day. First, the graduation outfit (photos to come). Second, the jeans and tee worn to move tons of boxes into my new dorm room. Third, this outfit. After moving Boyfriend and I went out to run errands (library visit!). I felt really grimy so I threw on something a little nice than torn up jeans. I kept it simple with black skinnies and a tee. I threw on boots, a sweater, and my new hat because it's cold in the D.C. area!

Boyfriend called me "hipster girlfriend" when he saw me. Really, dude? Really?

hat: thrifted
vest: mousevox vintage
tee: thrifted
jeans: pac sun (i think)
sweater: a gift from Boyf (bought from kennedyholmes etsy)
boots: thrifted