I don’t know what happens during the night but I go from being okay to not okay in the morning. Today in particular, I have been disoriented since the moment I woke up. Almost to a point of sheer confusion. We are lucky I even have pants on, honestly. All I know is that last night I had a dream I was on a cruise ship and then I woke up and I wasn’t on a cruise ship. Maybe that’s where the disorientation is coming from — vacation dreams. Cruel, cruel vacation dreams. So forgive my sleepy face in these photos – I’m recovering from a really good dream.
Moving on to something super important now: cardigans. I have a love-hate relationship with cardigans from year to year. (Or “cardi” for those of us who also use terms like “totes” and “amaze”.) Some years I love them and wear them all of the time, others I’m just meh towards them. So perhaps love to meh relationship, not so much hate. This year I can’t get enough of them. However, I think I’ve figured out the key to cardigans: I like long cardigans because short cardigans just make me feel matronly. But not matronly like you cute moms out there. Matronly like a 1980’s mom on family vacation to an amusement park with really white keds and a fanny pack. Meaning short cardigans make me want to get a perm and a funnel cake all at once. Two things I’ve sworn off since 10th grade. (Seriously, I let a friend give me a perm in 10th grade and made my hair crispy. And funnel cakes I just try to stay away from in general because once I eat one again I will remember that they are delicious and secondly, they are hard to eat and look sexy while doing so.)
I have got to start writing these posts at night when I have clarity of mind. Believe it or not, I’m sober right now as I’m writing this. I know.
Necklace: c/o Pretty Mints