Blogging from a place I really don’t want to be in (physically. But you can probably drag other non-physiological conditions in the mix too.)
Given that rather elusive (and maybe slightly disturbing?) intro, I think this outfit was a result of my subconscious manipulating its gullible, actual acting self into wearing some sort of projection of what I’m looking forward to – a breather. Seriously. I can’t wait to hibernate/relax/leave everything behind. I’ll have a quick one real soon (in a week I’ll be off to Boracay!). Been pre-packing since last week which says a lot because packing tops my Most Procrastinated Activities list. I discovered though that this trooper tendency has a downside: instead of dumping everything in the actual luggage, I tend to grab and wear them instead (see: dress and sandals). So if you do bump into me at the beach, I warn you that my outfits will probably be exact replicas of those already posted here. And because you love me, even if you know full well I repeated outfits, you’ll blame everything on dejavu (every. single. day). Deal?
The upside: bikinis that I hoarded – and recently rediscovered- will finally be put to use. I go to the beach about once a year but go bikini-shopping a lot more times than I care to admit.
I honestly cannot wait to feel the sand on my toes, head over to Jonah’s at least twice each day, decide on henna tattoos and eat until I feel the need to actually use the cover-ups I know I will lug around. Sigh. ‘Til then, I hope my sanity stays intact. Wish me luck?