One day of summer...

I'm normally not one for summer. As soon as it gets hot out, I start dreaming of autumn and cardigans or winter and coats and scarves and gloves. But today was a summer day in spring and I loved it.

Wore a vaguely skanky floral summer dress (new scalloped bra peeking out everywhere), that I lived in all throughout winter with tights and t-shirts and dress shirts and cardigans and blazers...actually considered it quite a prim little thing before today.

Wore heels for the first time in a while and felt so much more myself for it.

Ran errands.

Drove around town listening to (and crooning along with) Phoenix.

Ate an iced sugar cookie.

Drank iced tea.

And finally got the April issue of Elle UK, which I have been waiting weeks (possibly months) for. Picked it up from Borders an hour or so ago.



Today was just one of those ordinary days in which nothing really happened, but all the small things were so very good.

With the sun shining, my can of Diet Pepsi sweating, arms and legs bare, and good music blasting--I really started to believe that as fucked up as things may be; they're still relatively good and will get better. I may also just be sun addled.

Music: Phoenix - Long Distance Call