I’ve had the coziest wool shirt that I spent a little too much money on, for years now. I’ve probably worn it about 3 times because every time I put it on, it makes me look like I’m trying to cover up a baby bump. Its just expensive enough that I can seem to part with it, so every couple of months I try it on with something new in hopes that it’ll look the way it was intended to before I bought it and butchered its mystique by pairing it with different kinds of worn jeans. And the other day, IT WORKED!
I found a skirt that I nearly tossed because I forgot that it had been hiding out at the bottom of my closet, had it team up with the mumu shirt, and my favorite shoes and found my new favorite outfit!
Don’t you love when the saying “one mans trash is another mans treasure”, when it applies to future you and not some stranger that wants your sloppy seconds?
Just thought I’d tell you something sweet!
I love all of the different ways I’ve been able to spend this holiday though out my lifetime of being American.
Tumbling down grassy hills in Florida and itching my legs the entire rest of the day.
Listening to my Electric Ladyland cd over and over again as I rode in the back of an open truck through Massachusetts.
Catching fireflies in Riverside Park and naming each one before letting it go.
Hula hooping on my rooftop in Brooklyn, watching the fireworks surround NYC.
Trying to blow up solid object with bottle rockets in Atlanta.
Driving into Portland waiting for the perfect moment to ignite a tiny firework in the shape of a monster truck.
I’ve spent many Independence days in many different parts of this country and am grateful for every year that I’m able to travel an experience something new. This year I spent it in my new home with some friends, a pup, and many sticks full of fun colorful smoke.
photo by Paul Bustamante
*All other photos were taken by me with my Samsung NX300 camera!