Tuesday, Hmm, was going to put this up on my etsy, but I think I'll hang on to it for a while. I enjoy being confused with a picnic blanket.
Dress - thrifted
Shoes - thrifted Deegow Boutique
Wednesday, an old lady at Kowalski's asked me where I got these shorts and then told me I looked very "Hollywood"... erm, what can I say? I like to look glamorous while buying nectarines? Personally it makes me feel like a child. on a farm.
T-shirt - thrifted and I don't know if you can tell but there is awesome crochet detailing around the neckline and sleeves
Overall shorts thingies - thrifted
Shoes - thrifted
Ok, for those of you who just came for the cuteness portion, class dismissed. Time for a rant n' rave...
Hi, my name is Christine and I'm a guiltaholic. Seriously, I am a Good Person. I am honest, I am trustworthy, I will help you if you need it, etc! But I am plagued by guilt. Every day. Over nothing. I am watching CNN and things OTHER PEOPLE did are making me feel guilty. I had four beers while watching the Twins game last night = guilty today. I no longer have time to volunteer = guilt. I finally have a day off (well, except for my disabled client Daniel tonight) and I am blogging and fooling around instead of getting to my to-do list. Guilt. I don't know what it is... I just feel like I ought to be doing more. better. And I know, I do, that I am only 27. And have a fabulous job that is helping kids live and learn better. And I have owned my condo for four years. That I have two degrees. That I improved the lives of disabled teens and their families for years. That I have volunteered in impoverished countries. That I am an upstanding young adult (and not a drug addict, or a racist, or a thief, or an alcoholic, or a violent person, etc). Still, guilt guilt.
Whew, I am hoping that writing that out helps me feel better... I'm in no way a perfectionist, far from it. I'm pretty meh - good enough... it might be a genetic thing... my mom is a total worrier and my sister has been on anxiety medication for years... sometimes I think (and this is going to sound really pretentious) that I'm too smart for my own good. I read too many books. Know too much about what is going on in the world. Seen too many things working in 3rd world countries. Know I need to live my life to it's fullest potential because of all the people I know who don't have a working body. or mind. or the ability to put those things to work. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I will persevere and continue running around looking for cute little things, I just needed to get a little bit of that out.
Thanks dudes.
