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Wedges, humidity and dogs.

Dynamite top; American Eagle pants; Target wedges

I want to address a few things in this post:

1) These wedges from Target are incredible. Only $30 and I can wear them all day without any aches and pains. I can even sort of walk in them. They're a miracle for my feet.

2) For the past two weeks I've pretty much let my hair do it's own thing. I shower at night, sleep on it, wake up, go to work. No styling, no product (except some argan oil). It's been too humid to even try styling it.

3) These are the first outfit photos I've taken outside at my new place. And there's a dog taking a poop in the background. Cute.

And we all know what's happening with Google Reader soon. If you wanna follow along on Bloglovin' you can find me herrreeeeee!

Fresh ink: Live.

I always knew I wanted a tattoo, but I never really went for it because I couldn't decide on what. What did I want on my body forever? And where. Where could I put it where it's generally covered up? About a year and a half ago, I started seriously thinking about it.

Words are special to me. There's so much meaning behind one simple word, that I knew my tattoo would be a script of some sort. But I didn't want anything too big, either, because when I'm older, I didn't want to worry about falling out of love with it, or it being too specific that it didn't mean anything to me anymore. I wanted to be able to grow with it.

So I chose the word "live". I hope for it to be a daily reminder that fear should never make you say no; that you should never become complacent in life; so that you never stop exploring and learning new things. A few years ago I was stuck in a life that I can't believe I was able to justify. I did nothing, I was sheltered, I never lived. When I got out of my relationship, I started to realize the world around me that I had kept out with my own barriers. It's like I opened my eyes to a new life, one that I truly wanted to experience or, well, live.

The placement was easy. Ribcage. It's hidden except when I'm naked or in a bathing suit, which made it a sort of intimate location and I wanted it to be special to me. The font, however, was another story. After seeing this font on a picture I loved, I went searching for MONTHS. I couldn't find it and resorted to Twitter. Some awesome people helped me out and we figured out what font it was. I was finally able to pull the trigger and get it done.

My newest problem? I think I've broken the seal; more tattoos, please.

The mosquito dance.

I went out to take outfit shots with my brother the other day, and I guess I disrupted this huge group of mosquitoes. We didn't really get good shots, but we did get what I call the mosquito dance.

The "scratch your head" move when you first notice them coming for you.

The "swat" move when they start to land all over your legs.

The "walk away in a pose" move, where you are trying to get as many possible blog-worthy shots without looking defeated.

Total fail.

Oh well, it was a good, comfy travel outfit?

Hope.

Via

Thanks again, TKG, for putting some of my thoughts into words. Again.

5 Reasons why living alone is fab.

So you all know that I'm living alone now. Well, it's fab.

Those of you who have lived alone will probably agree with me on some of these reasons why:

1. Underwear is not shameful. Yeah, if it's left on the ground because you're too lazy to pick it up, no one's going to come around and be all "uhh... you dropped something...". Embarrassing moment avoided.

2. No one eats your food. Seriously, dunno about you but I have lived with peeps who ate my food. I used to keep a secret stash in my night-stand because if I didn't, it'd be eaten. And not by me.

3. Fridge space is heavenly. I actually have ROOM for my food! And in my freezer! No more sharing. Ever. I can buy all the ice cream I want. See above.

4. I can decorate however I want. If I want to plaster kitty posters all over, I can. I won't, but the option is there in case I ever decide I want to be single forever and wake up to cuteness every morning (cuteness guaranteed not to fade over time).

5. There's no one else to use my toilet paper. Have you ever had a roommate that you swore ate your toilet paper? How the heck does it get used so fast?! I am saving some serious dough by using it alone! Bonus.

... Off to discover more reasons why living alone is pretty stellar.

Happy Friday lovelies!