DANCING AT DISCOS, EATING CHEESE ON TOAST

{Merry Happy - Kate Nash}

cowl neck top via Taiwan, striped skirt via Taiwan, Levi's braided belt, AA bralette,

DV Jamison booties, j'aime Paris necklace, green purse via Taiwan

Life is in full transitional mode; from summer to fall, a-line cut to collarbone length, lazy butt to workaholic, it's a nice change of pace I must say. The past six weeks have been difficult, rewarding, exhausting, exhilarating, hilarious, successful, and above all, different. Different in ways I never thought life, and I, could ever be. I'm surprising myself all over the place and I like it, love it, want to spend the whole day tangled around in it. I love surprises! I am beyond the moon about it all and I can't wait to share every detail with you lovelies. Keep those fingers crossed for me for just a little longer!

This is my hello to fall! With October 1st marking it's territory, I feel like a formal declaration of love is in order, if not absolutely necessary. I cannot wait to snuggle underneath my comforter with Lawrence (my cute little heffalump of an elephant) and watch movies after movies while the rain and wind do their typical do-si-do outside my window. I am beyond excited to wrap my neck up with feet upon feet of never-ending fabric courtesy of my huge AA circle scarf that smothers me in just the right way. I look forward to splashing around in puddles as I turn my dreadful mundane walk to class into one of adventure and ridiculousness? Can you tell that I love fall above all? Gosh, I am a poet and I DO know it.

Firstly, I apologize for my rudy red cheeks. The Indian summer we were experiencing in the Bay was amplified in Berkeley, I swear! So hot was the heat that I seriously contemplated running around in my birthday suit, at least then I wouldn't have clothes sweat-glued to my back although I would get a few more awkward stares than I normally do. My DV Jamison booties are now my right hand gal who I entrust everything with, they are just lovely. It was one of those days that I just threw in a little bit of this and a little bit of that then BAM! out the door. It seems to be an emerging pattern that the sociolgist-in-training inside me is noticing; that whenever it's unbearably hot, I usually tend to just pick, grab, throw, leave, dgaf. The sun gets me all worked up in a downright weird funk, weird huh? My life is basically opposite day, everyday.