Vintage Disneyland sweater; Arrow shirt; Mango skirt
The main reason I don't use social media (except the occasional post on instagram) is because I have a lot of trouble justifying my daily rituals. Take this morning, for example: I had a check-up at the dentist to make sure everything was okay after my wisdom tooth surgery. I have a new dentist, and I can't really read his facial expressions behind the mask and glasses. I assume he likes me, since he ended our session with a friendly pat on the gums (the dentist's equivalent to a shoulder rub or a high five). It made me feel...kind of good?
I spent the next three hours looking for a pith helmet. I don't know why I'm telling you this, because I didn't find one. The only thing sadder than looking for an early 19th century piece of African hunting garb in a thoroughly modern city is looking and not finding one.
The next two hours were spent playing with my toy dinosaurs in a friend's pool while a three-year-old girl watched with pity and disdain. Her mother pretended we didn't exist.
Now I'm lying in bed typing this, half-heartedly watching Hook and eating a chocolate bar. My stuffed bear is passed out next to me, and my room is a mess because I'm trying to pack for Korea, but can't seem to get my act together.
See, if I was active on social media and you saw pictures of all of this, you might think my life was really sad and strange, but I've gotten it down to a science and I don't feel like I need to gloss it over or give it a shiny new filter. Take that, instagram breakfasts!