This morning when I was getting ready my boyfriend inquired about the fuss when all I was doing was just going to the beach. “It’s just going to wash off,” he said. Little does he know, or actually he does know he just always chooses to forget, that my biggest fear in life is that I’m going to be makeup-less and hair a skew and BAM, there Zac Efron is going to be at the gas station. It’s gonna happen I just know it and I plan on being prepared for that moment. So as a result of this fear every excursion I take becomes a fashion show, and today the beach was my runway!
So growing up in the OC, or even LA ( I lived on the boarder of the counties and affiliate myself with whichever region I feel appropriate at the time. Today we’ll go with the OC) it was literally almost impossible to prepare a wardrobe around the weather. In the morning it would be cold and cloudy, but by noon the sun would be breaking through in full force and consequently the day would end sunny and about 80 degrees. I was nicknamed by my history teacher a bag lady due to my desire to be comfy and chic all at the same time. At the very least I hope I left the impression of a stylish bag lady.
Today I was reminded just how bipolar living in So Cal can be. This morning I watched the sun rise over a cloudy and dreary Pacific Ocean. However, by the time I was ready to hit the sand, the sun was beaming beautifully over some glistening blue waves. Side note: The tide at Salt Creek right now is intense, and you’re not allowed to go beyond knee deep water without fins. Sorry you were not born a merman boo.