Boho Peasant Top by Zen Garden / Isabel Marant Cowboy Boots
Who’s ever hitchhiked before? It seems like a terrifyingly stupid ting to do, getting in a car with a stranger who’s willing to pick up another stranger.
While the sensible grown up in me says, why on Earth would you even entertain the idea, the rest of my brain (the majority of it) romanticises it as the stuff carefree road trip, self discovery movies are made of. To be fair it also has all the makings of a pretty hairy horror movie.
It must be the boots, because as soon I put them on I want to hitchhike from Virgina to Texas, ride a mechanical bull, drink Whiskey and eat a lot of smokey Southern BBQ.
Or it’s not the boots and I actually just want to do all those things.
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Can anyone actually believe that Christmas is in FOUR DAYS?
When you’re a kid, you literally want everything for Christmas. All the things, ever created, everything, just give it to me.
As you get slightly older, you learn the valuable lesson about quality VS quantity, but yet you still want ALL OF THE THINGS.
Finally you get to the point in your life where you actually learn the value of money and you realise that most of the time presents are a massive waste of money, unless there’s something you genuinely want or need.
We become sensible grown up humans, asking for things like exercise gear to pre-empt the usual New Years resolutions, bath towels, sheet sets or Soda Streams. Gifts become less of a treat ad more of a necessity. Less of an “I want” and more of an “I need”. What happened to that little girl who asked Santa for a real live unicorn? Well screw it. This year I’m asking for a unicorn. A really big one. The best one money can buy.
… Either that or i’ll settle for anything Helmut Lang.