It’s better than a mass e-mail

Reflecting on yesterday’s events, I didn’t really think much jumped out that was visually stimulating enough to shoot and post. Then I wished I had my camera poised and ready when my friend came over to borrow a dress for a wedding. Turns out, I have a ton of party dresses. Who knew? (Besides my friend, and my husband, and well, most other folks who have either gotten a look at my closet or stopped by to borrow something for  a wedding.)

I guess I didn’t realize it, but I have quite the habit of buying party dresses. Like the emerald green one from Forever 21 that is nearly-offensively short but a color green with shiny satin edging I couldn’t pass up. Or perhaps the white one with brown stripes with tule under the skirt. Then there’s the black and white polka dot dress with the tag still on (I bought that while shopping alone and knew I needed a second opinion.)

Anyway, the dresses were amassing. And really, I don’t go to that many parties and I don’t wear that many dresses. Most of the dresses have been  worn but between weddings and rehearsal dinners, they just hang there. That’s not to say for the few that are far more casual and begging to be worn on a regular day but are neglected in favor of the same jeans and tank top.

So we spread out all the dresses on my bed and it was a colorful smattering of texture certainly worthy for a photo. But it didn’t even cross my mind. I was more consumed with the relief that one dress I thought was far too small still fits (God bless spandex) and the thought that I might just institute a new dress-wearing phase. It started well yesterday, as I donned one during the day and a different one for a dinner out.

Alas, I will leave you with a few images of our beach trip last weekend to Assateague Island. No, we didn’t see a single pony (for which I considered asking for my money back), but we did narrowly escape a deal-breaking thunderstorm, and I managed to severely sunburn my ears.

This is my husband running after the birds. I attribute the burst of ridiculousness and energy to the ocean, or what my friend calls “the negative ions” from the ocean air, which can cure all, and perhaps make you a wee nuts.

Sausages for dinner, of course.

Washed up blowfish, gross, I know. But cool detail and I got to use the macro setting which I am currently obsessed with.

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