Enjoy these *cough* attractive photos of me on the beach. So the other day I went surfing with Jeanine in Laguna, and the next day I figured (as it was
Suddenly I wasn’t the girl that cared about “getting her hair wet” or making excuses. I wasn’t the girl to lounge in the sun, but the girl to jump into the waves. I wasn’t scared anymore. I had conquered my fear of the ocean. I wanted to be drenched in sun and pounded with saltwater, pushed under the deep, crisp sea and tossed around. I opened my eyes and watched my underwater surroundings spin around me, as If I was in a giant, magical wheel of wet clothes in a dryer.
I don’t know much about the 70’s. All I know is I wish I could have been a part of it- the fashion, at least. I’ve been so into
Long story short, wear whatever you want, even if people will laugh at you and not understand your eclectic style. Splurge on things every once in a while, but know where to shop for things worth saving on.