vintage slip, secondhand button-down, Asos sandals, handmade bag, Forever 21 jewelry and sunglasses
As we were strolling down the boulevard in Rowland Heights not too long ago, we came across a strip of grassy lawn and goodness; to our utter disbelief, three palms reigned supreme at the point of eye-graze. And so, my longing for an escape to an oasis became partly true. I was glad to have been wearing white on white on white. It alleviated the scorching heat that stifled the valley. I think it might be time to go a shade darker on my hay-like strands again, unless anyone has an alternative to ineffective color-retaining shampoos.
Almost everything's over. Now I will begin reading My Antonia with attention.