Blouse: Nordstrom (thrifted)
Belt: Heh, barrowed permently from the husband
Shoes: Madden Girl (Famous Footwear and now on really good clearence!)
Bag: ? (thrifted)
Bracelet: Garage sale
Ring: Fred Meyers
Even though I completely love this outfit and it's one of my favorites, I had a compete mental block taking pictures today. It seems to be at least a once a week thing. Does this happen to anyone else, where you just can't get it together for pictures?
I do just love this outfit, the mint blouse works so well with the white jeans, it felt so refreshing and light! And yes, I'm a square, I still wear a belt to keep my pants up. Belts, not just for looks anymore! Heh. I found this bag a while back, when I saw it I was positive it was this vintage D&B bag I'd seen at the consignment shop a while back. After inspection and finding no tags, I'm pretty sure it ISN'T the same bag, nor a D&B, but I sure do like it! I can't decide if it's leopard or a cow print.
I've been really diligent about running this past month and a half. I
hated, loathed, extremely disliked it at first, really dreading the run every time. Over the past three weeks however, I've really started looking forward to my nightly runs. I'm getting faster, my technique is getting better, my wind is improving and I'm actually having fun. If I can't run one night, I really miss it. This completely shocked me when I realized this, I ran track in school and did a ton of sports, but I always hated running. But now, I'm one of those sick people who actually likes it. This morning I was having such a good run and finished my first two miles feeling good, I decided to run an extra mile and really open up my stride and my pace. Normally I'm a sloooow runner. Not today. I turned up the Kansas (WOOOO!) and I just hauled butt through the mile, finishing in an all new record for myself, just under seven minutes! (Granted, this is slow to most, but seeing as the best I've ever done was an 8 minute miles, this rocked my world!)
Yes, I listen to Kansas when I run. I'm sure everyone in the neighbor hood wishes I didn't since I always
screech, er, sing along as I run. Carry on my Wayward son, carry on.