embellished maxi dress :: heart/soul (similar) | electric blue scarf :: wet seal (old) | sandals :: charlotte russe (last year) | tribal earrings :: c/o con-fused arts | neon pink satchel :: nila anthony, lulus.com (love this version) | sunglasses, park photos :: charlotte russe | sunglasses, festival photos :: my dad's | black studded wrist wrap :: charlotte russe | asst. friendship bracelets :: 2bravegirls, maurice's (get customized ones here) | gold starfish cuff bracelet :: c/o shopcalico (here; & in silver)
The previously promised closer up photograph of my handmade Kenyan earrings (c/o Con-fused Arts). I love their simple, unassuming, tribal vibe - perfect with anything, but especially a vibrant maxi at a summer festival. Enter: this electrified beach-worth beauty. Anything but simple, the embellished bodice and rad color scheme mean that all it requires are some pretty earrings, killer sunglasses and a starfish cuff to complete the mermaid-inspired motif. Add an arm party, and I like to think this is what Ariel would wear to Coachella: Under the Sea.
In that vein, I attempted to beach-ify my hair into some tousled waves, but as you can see, the wind had other ideas. Caught a weather report last night, and the nice lady informed me we hit gusts of up to 48 MPH. I ended up looking more like a lion who had stuck his paw in an electric socket than a beach babe, but whatevs. I rocked it anyway, and the Tooele Arts Festival was awesome, wind be damned.
Now let's address the aforementioned starfish that seems perpetually latched on to my wrist; I developed an obsession with gold cuffs early this year, and when this beauty came up for redemption as a Chic Reward on Chictopia, I clicked the button the quickest. Its seamless blendage of two of this summer's hottest trends make it the perfect way to update the aging items in my closet, and its unique, quirky appeal (and heavy duty construction) mean it's a piece I'll be wearing every summer henceforth. Many thanks to ShopCalico for your kind and generous nature - as well as for your exquisite taste.
Seriously depressed about the end of the weekend - significantly more so than usual. I love the chill vibe of Sunday afternoons, but I'm usually a tightened, fetal-position ball of anxiety by Sunday night. I love my job and I have great coworkers, but the office has been causing me intense amounts of stress recently. I think I need a vacay, and tomorrow needs to not be Monday.
How was your weekend? Does the prospect of yet another week of nose-to-the-grindstone set your stomach into knots too? Or is that just me?
Also: A spider just dropped onto my arm. It's dead now.