Congo Brownie Rollercoaster
Yeah, you see it up there. I know you do. I know you clicked on this post because you let out an audible "WTF?" when you read the title. That's how I'm going to get ya from now on! Kidding. Sort of. Can you guess who conjured up that lovely little group (read: cluster-mess) of words? Yeah, it was Mike. Who else? (I like to think I'm creative... you know... with an art degree and all. But my mind does not think like his apparently.) From now on he's totally naming my outfit posts. Where does it come from? Well... today's photo excursion was an adventure. Then again, whenever is it not?!
We piled into the car and set sail for somewhere random. A nice field, a cute old barn, anything. Our first attempt at pictures failed horribly. And my horribly I mean I rolled my ankle so hard I thought I had plum near snapped it off! Not to mention the insane amount of thorns ripping my tights and getting caught in my shoes... forever puncturing my skin. Lesson learned: Don't try to hike in wedges. Duh. (Did I say I had a college degree? Do you believe me? I'm doubting it myself...)
We were already in BFE so we decided to climb back into the car and keep going deeper and deeper into these crazy weird woods (on a road... of course). 5 miles... 10 miles... 15 miles... the road is half paved, half churt. Then it's all churt. (Churt = clay dirt... yea?). Then the churt turns into a muddy muddy mess of nothing. The hills are insanely steep... We both exclaimed how it felt like we were on some crazy strange Deliverance version of a rollercoaster (hence part of the title). Finally about 20 miles down that road we decide it'd be smart to turn around. Then our car almost gets stuck trying to just drive down the road. That is how muddy it was. We pull over somewhere we think would be good for photos and then we realize it's not. That was a horrible idea. Then here comes a car out of nowhere... Whatever. Lesson learned: Don't drive out in the middle of bum-fuh nowhere to try and get outfit pictures. 9 times out of 10 you waste gas and get lost.
In the car we go again. We opted to just go into town and make something work. So we opted for this building.. which coincidentally my Dad actually owns. I think the back of the building is pretty stellar but it definitely doesn't match the outfit. Mike felt like the tribal black and brown pattern of my dress was very "Congo-y" so there you go. Congo Brownie Rollercoaster. How was that for a long-winded explaination? COOL!
While getting lunch today, a gal approached Mike and I and inquired if I was Kaelah. Awkward me says yes and come to find out she was a freshman at my high school when I was a senior and she reads my blog! Hooray! Don't know how you found it, Allison, but I'm glad you did! Thanks for saying hi! For anyone else who sees me out and about, don't be afraid to come say hello! It's no bother but I'll probably accidentally make you feel awkward because I constantly feel like the most awkward person in the entire world. I love when things like that happens. I know I have readers and stuff, and I love every comment, email and tweet I get, but when you see someone in person and talk to them about your blog it's kind of like "Oh.. wow... yeah... my blog really does exist and real people actually read it. It doesn't just exist in pixels and desktops. Crazy!" haha
Here are two pictures from my Instagram feed! Woot! Do you have Instagram? Are we friends? If not, follow me and leave your username below! My username is the same as always: Kaelahbee!
You'll be seeing more lavender hair in the future! xo
Dress: Charlotte Russe
Shoes: Dolce Vita for Target
Headband: c/o Sunshine and Carousels
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