Drawing out the blueprint for rest-of-summer garb is a feat I'm elated to have strewn off the checklist. Those eureka moments are oddly fulfilling. As it turns out, plain jane white shirts and faux-moto jeans can satisfy my own self-expectations when it comes to perching in front of ornamental hedges in fantasy form. This is my own weird way of living out cryptic dreams as part of a Lothlorien elf-clan, but I guess certain things are better kept to self. Though, I hope you appreciate the random Tolkien reference. Serious memory digging was required.
(zara shirt and jeans)
Measly memory slips are kicking in because I almost forgot to give credit to one new pair of specs adorning one delusional-elven face. I picked them up in one of those local stores that flaunt the word 'vintage' in manners worthy of a squirm. Admirable, but puzzling. Still, treasures were evidently found. Yet another eureka moment.