As much as I love living in the City, I must sheepishly admit that sometimes the suburbs are right up my alley--with the unobstructed sunshine, the sweeping lawns, the quiet streets, the massive SUVS parked everywhere (not so much), it's easy to see why people choose to live in these enclaves. When I'm in the mood for a little suburban sprawl I drive east about 35 minutes to visit my cousins who live in the most picturesque little town of Clayton, California. Incidentally, it's also noteworthy as the town with the most paranormal activity in California, but that's a whole other blog post entirely (let's just say I won't be spending the night over there anytime soon).
Anyway, this past Saturday we had a yard sale in which I attempted to unload some household paraphenalia that had been lingering in my storage facility for a while. Though I ended up driving home with most of it back in the trunk (suburbanites just don't know good junk when they see it apparently), it was still fun to hang out in the sun and pretend I was in an epsiode of Desperate Housewives for the afternoon.
jean jeacket- thrifted
tank- Rebecca Beeson
purse- Cole Haan
p.s. I finally gave in and got a bang trim. So much for having the discipline to grow them out!