|What I wore: Dress, Say What? via Dillards. Tank, H&M. Belt, Forever 21.|
This weekend, I suffered a grave injury.
We were trekking through the sand during our weekly walk on the beach
(ah, romantic cliche) when all of the sudden...
My foot was on fire. Raging, blistering, throbbing fire.
I thought that maybe I'd stepped on a shard of glass
(or a razor-sharp sword)
but lo and behold, there was a tiny little bee wedged into my poor toe
(the one who had no roast beef).
Apparently I've never been stung by a bee before, because I had no idea what to do.
I was afraid to touch it, and afraid that if I kicked it with my other foot it would hurt worse.
Finally, after a few pain-riddled, agonizing moments of turmoil,
I drug my foot through the sand in desperation and the bee came off.
And I had the joy of digging his stupid little stinger out of my skin.
It was touch and go there for awhile, but you'll be happy to know I survived.
My toe isn't even swollen.
I've got tough toes, people, tough toes.
On a completely unrelated note: I've been called a hippie more times than I can count.
The first time, I was mind-boggled.
Hippie? Me? Say what?
But you know what this dress is saying? It's saying,
"I embrace my status as a quasi modern day hippie."
Take that, hippie haters.
(P.S. Today I'm guest posting on The Daily Dani,
an incredible daily fashion blog by an Orange County lady with
some hippie-ness herself. Have a looksy, if you will!)