THIS FACE. Look, I realized that I have all these fantastic photos of M from the summer and probably people should see them. I mean, she's handsome and do we really need a reason beyond that? No. No, we don't. I'll give you little details here and there, but consider this a break from the usual format to sit back and enjoy a little friendly tomboy action.
Top: At the beach house in Dillon Beach. This was actually quite early in the morning, while we waited for coffee to brew. You can't see the striped pajama pants under the table! The sweater is ancient Express for Men, she says.
Bottom left: Dillon Beach Cafe. There's a Mike's Hard Lemonade sitting in front of her (she wasn't feeling the wine or beer choices) and she's wearing a shirt from Macy's.
Bottom right: Dillon Beach! H&M striped t-shirt, awesome captain hat with a Colonel pin.
Dillon Beach and the pups. We'd gone out for a morning walk to explore the beach with the dogs. We discovered the epic sand dunes and did a preliminary search for dead stuff on the shore.
She's wearing cargo pants, which I hate, and which replaced the ones she threw away last month when they became a health hazard during our Habitat for Humanity outing. Fiberglass bits and such. Had to go. Bye. Then she popped out to pick up a few things for our weekend trip, and came back with these. GREAT. Now she wears them to spite me. She's wearing them now, actually.
There was something going on at work when chose this ensemble. The weather had cooled a bit - it was probably before our Indian Summer - and she paired jeans with this Kenneth Cole cardigan, a Nautica shirt (obviously one of her favorites) and a new bow tie to dress things up a little bit.
You'll recognize this dress from my last post, but M has her own thing going on. Levi's slacks, a Ben Sherman shirt and a polka dot bow tie that we found on Etsy. Her scruffy Aldo shoes. Bird! We'd just come home from Hard French. She required a stiff drink.
This one is here for the beerish smirk and hair, obviously.
Well, I enjoyed that, I hope you did too. Sometimes you just need a mega-dose of tomboy, you know? Mm hmm. I bet you do.