Balboa Island (and outfit outtakes).

This weekend was a whirlwind. 

We spent all Saturday afternoon lounging at the beach

 (Remember how I said I neglected my backside and burnt my chest last weekend? Well, I was determined NOT to have a pasty-white back this time around. I toughed it out on my stomach a good chunk of the day and guess how I was rewarded?
With a sun burn on my calves, hamstrings,
and the backs of my knees and a big fat white spot on my back
where my swim suit tie was. I am a moron.) 

Today we drove south to hang out in the Orange County community of Newport Beach. 

We rode the ferry across to Balboa Island and I was as giddy as a small child when I found out CARS went on this ferry to ride across the water, like they were driving on the ocean! 

Being on the ferry also served as a reminder that
moving over bodies of water gives me two strange sensations:

1) The feeling that I'm about to pass out, and

2) The intense urge to throw something, like my shoe or purse, overboard. 

Thankfully, neither of these things happened.

We walked around, checked out the fun little shops, bought up some salt water taffy

(don't worry, Mom, I'll keep it away from my fake teeth),
and looked at the pretty boats and houses.

Oh, yes, and there were outfit photo outtakes. 

When Ryan has ahold of the camera, he doesn't like to relinquish creative control.

(And by that, I mean he likes to keep taking awkward pictures
after I start walking toward him asking for the camera back).

I'm making that face on purpose. I promise. 

What I wore: Shirt, PacSun. Shorts, AE. Vest, JCPenney. Shoes, gift.