I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
I Feel Sexiest In: Perfect morning lighting, his oversize t-shirt, and tousled hair.
The contrast and highlights in this photo completely amaze me all over again every time I look at it, and I love the way a plain white tee can cling to all my curves in just. the right. way. The strain of my hipbone against the shirt is one of my favorite points in this photo; my hands, one in the dark, one in the light, are the others.
This is my mom, about 3 years older than I am now, during her trip to Venice with my dad to attend a what was then the world’s largest jewelry tradeshow/convention.
She was obviously a hottie with a great wardrobe.
I grew up seeing this photo on my mom’s dresser, and about a year ago, found a dress that INSTANTLY reminded me of this photo. I bought it, because wearing it made me feel like the way I think of my mom in this photo— young, hip, adventuring and exploring, and put-together.
All things I need to remind myself of, sometimes.
Sooo, to follow it up, we have…