Showing posts with label polka dots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label polka dots. Show all posts

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Polka Dot Shorts and The Truth of My Online Persona.







Navy polka dot shorts, Weekday. Off-white plain tank top, Monki. Off-white socks, Lindex. Black leather litas, Jeffrey Campbell, Solestruck.com.


I had a pretty great time last night, I'll tell you that. Or, the whole day was actually awesome. My mom stopped by for a few hours, we had lunch and she helped me out watering my neightbour's garden.
(They're on vacation and I'm sort of in charge of keeping all of their flowers and plants alive. I don't know what they were thinking - have they even seen my garden? I've never watered anything in my life that's outside, I believe that if the flowers die from lack of rain, then that's the destiny nature had planned for them. You know, the circle of life or something.) My mom took care of the watering-part and I was running around like a four-year-old, squealing every time I got drenched by the hose. 

Later, me and Ronnie went to dinner in a near-by town, then we went home and spent the night watching Swedish movies from the early 1980's. I've said it before and I'll say it again: It. Was. All. Awesome. In that low-key, no-need-for-bold-gestures sort of way. 

Today I have tons of work to do, and it's already 3 pm here, so I'd better get to it! Stupid blog, distracting me from my work. But hey, it's worth it. I can't even say how grateful I am for all of your comments - these past four weeks have been the happiest I've felt in a long time. 

Someone who liked my previous post about "how to keep one's figure" commented: "I was beginning to doubt the truth of your online persona but if something like this comes out of it then I guess it doesn't really matter." I'm not entirely sure what she meant by that - not sure at all, actually - but I can assure you that everything I write in this blog is true. I am who I say I am, I live where I say I live, I do what I say I do. I think what I say I think, feel the way I say I feel, and I've been through everything I claim to have been through. Otherwise, it would be pretty embarrassing for me to have my mom reading my blog! She'd call me up and be like, "now this is news to me". 

Oh, right. Work. Told you this blog is distracting!