I remember the first time I fell in love with a swimsuit. It was the summer of '05 and I was in Positano, Italy with le famileh. The sun was setting and the waves were just callin' my name so I pranced on outside with my two younger brothers giggling and dancing behind me and frolicked in the Italian waves for hours (I don't know about you, but I come from a family of cupids clearly). And what else would I be in other than a swimsuit? Well, a wetsuit, yes, or maybe my birthday suit, but both of those options would be bizarre. Why would you even suggest them. I happened to be in a one-piece cherry red and sailor navy blue striped suit, and I felt so European and stylish.
The second time I fell in love with a swimsuit was in the summer of '09 when I was going on a boating trip with a friend. I managed to transform into a swan every time I went swimming because of the most delicate and dainty bikini I had ever laid eyes on. It was a ruffly, milky white bandeau top and simple white bottoms. I truly felt like this (Ryan Gosling not included, unfortunately).
And here I am, Spring (Winter?) of '13, falling in love with a bikini all over again.
Meet the Australian line, Rittenhouse, all jazzed up for summer.
Would ya look at this?! So whimsical, I adore it.
I've always been tempted by one pieces, and this one maintains that little bit of youthfulness with the tied string back. Quite charming, isn't it?
I feel as though you have to have a certain element of sass with this. It's so minimalist, yet daring.
And here's a few clothing pieces I have been flirting with the idea of.
Like these pants. How bohemian.
Currently, I'm hanging out in the executive class lounge in the airport. My ticket randomly upgraded, and I wasn't about to complain, guys. This place is awesome. I'll be walking out buddy buddy with a few of the wealthy business suit clad men any minute now, and be discreetly stuffing my pockets with as many of these croissants as possible.
At first glance, it looks like they're falling from far away and it's actually a little exhilarating and scary at the same time. They look so animalistic, as if they're really curious to see the photographer in their domain.
Boyish charm, boyish bruises.
I've always loved bumble bees.
Girlish whim, girlish bubblegum
Adventures in the eyes of children are always so much more theatrical.
Kitty, kitty, whatchu lookin' at?
The black lines make this dress - I think they add a much needed sense of structure and elegance.
Balla!!
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{All from my tumblr, don't own any of these photos!}
A few mornings ago, I opened my eyes to a mischievous, dancing trickle of light on the arm chair next to my bed. Initially, gotta say, I was like, "Yes, proof of fairies," but then I emerged out of my dreams and propped myself up to pull up the blinds and HALLELUJAH IT'S THE SUN! THE SUN HAS COME FOR ALL TO SEE! Wait no, THE SUN HAS COME BECAUSE I'M HEALTHY AGAIN! MOTHA NATURE, I LOVE YOU, BABY GIRL!
Because that's obviously how I sound when I'm excited.
Here are some bohemian ladiez who I'd kind of like to join in the sun.
Wizard sleeves are always a do, especially in a forest, because then you legitimately feel like a wizard gone off to concoct potions and ride deer or unicorn.
This splash would be beyond epic. Colours soaring gleefully through the air, or a hypnotic ripple of a rainbow pulsing away from you.
JESUS HORSE! He's going to greet the wizard in the forest.
Anyways, everyone had been waiting for the return of our glorious sun for, well, summer time obviously, and so right when I was feeling healthy again, I open my blinds and you can see why I would think it was a present directly from Mother Nature to me.
I've just been knocked out for about a week, literally isolated into the depths of my groggy, most likely hazey bedroom with strep throat. My brother said he thought I was just out for two days with friends because he hadn't seen me. Nope! Just having some one-on-one time with me and my disgustingly sick self. She's not a fun time. Don't let her fool you. I will not be seeing her again for as long as I can.
Now, aside from my ramblings and updates, here is the...
Inspiration Cluster of Goodness!
She is exactly how I would like to imagine myself looking with a pixie, but somehow I don't think it'd look as adorably impish on me.
I would never remove myself from this impossibly soft sweater, I know it.
What I'm listening to right now, by the way.
Just some models lost in the city of love. Really digging the denim jacket on mint. And the red lip, of course, always fitting with the cherry moped in the back.
But coral is my true love. Did you ever get underwear sets when you were a little girl, one for every day of the week? I was religiously dedicated to wearing the right pair on the right day, otherwise I'd feel like I was painted neon with flashing lights screaming, "WRONG. WRONG. WRONG." Perhaps that's an OCD tendency. Anyways, I can see the letters sewn into the back of this dress, "Sunday", most likely in a dainty cursive font, and I'd stroll down the sun kissed streets every Sunday with a little birdie on my shoulder to fetch croissants. Weo!
Got a little carried away looking up fairy-esque things. But what can I say, the fairies got some serious swag! Always pulling off that bohemian look, able to twist their hair into the most beautiful braids that it could be considered art, and, obviously, the winning factor, them bitchez can fly.
Oh! And! Stumbled across some illustrations from my very favourite children's book from when I was a wee little thing. No wonder I love fairies, they were everywhere when I was growing up. (Fairly sure my mum thought she had four fairies for kids and not humans anyway. It would explain a lot.)
Pretty sure this is exactly what she would look like if she were to grow up to be a human.
GOTCHA with that one, didn't I? Yeah, always had a thing for this guy. Even with sarcasm I can't bring myself to fully say that. Holy shiza, he's gross.
