When I first moved to California, I felt so guilty if I didn’t go outside every single day. It was so unbelievably beautiful! It wasn’t cloudy or raining or humid or ridiculously hot or cold, and I had to take advantage of it while it lasted.
Dress c/o Tobi / Sandals: Target / Hat: Urban Outfitters (sold out: similar) / Tote: Emperia (similar)a good portion of the year (San Francisco can be an exception - it can get quite grey there at a moment’s notice, but that’s besides the point. East Bay ALL DAY, son!).
It started to get exhausting. Don’t slap me if you’re shivering in your Uggs and snow jackets right now -- you made your own choices. So I put pressure on myself to be outside constantly, and remember, I’m a Florida brat. It’s not like I’ve suffered through bad weather, but suddenly I went from moody thunderstorms and hurricane warnings followed by five minutes of sun shrouded in humidity and mosquitos to constant gorgeousness, great hair days, no bugs and I was confused. I was getting FOMO just by being inside for 10 minutes.
Now that I’ve been here for almost three years (can you believe that?!), I’m starting to acclimate.My daily mantra: Okay, it’s 70 degrees and sunny, but I have to go to work and that’s the way it is. It’ll probably be sunny again tomorrow. It makes it hurt less.
This past weekend was one of those gorgeous-in-a-perfect-summer kind of way weekends and that’s why I put on this bell-sleeved beauty from Tobi, sandals and a floppy hat to read by the water while Ziggy sniffed dogs’ butts and rolled around in anything smelly. It was glorious.