1. it's British Open Weekend. oh wait...The Open, excuse me. this is my favorite Majors tournament for a myriad of reasons, but the biggest is that the British Open makes golfers its bitch EVERY. YEAR. every year it's like... 138 mph winds, 539 sand bunkers, driving rain, potentially with a high of 61 degrees, even in high July. and i just love that. the course is always gorgeous, always in some Scottish or British Highland, like a scene out of Game of Thrones/Lord of the Rings, but with..golfers and not Gandalf. but it's not even about that. it's just about The British Open bringing the worst possible conditions to the plate. every year. without fail. and the best golfers in the world show up and are like...bend me over, British Open. i will struggle to even shoot par. i am your bitch.
the Claret Jug is pretty fierce though.
3. in a frenzied three days, i read 'Gone Girl' by Gillian Flynn and it's SO GOOD and everyone must read it. it's a scary, poignant, literally jaw-dropping view into the terrifying lives of a married couple whose twisted love has morphed into something neither could have expected and is completely exposed when Amy, the sweet, patrician wife, goes missing. i couldn't put it down and it left me so unsettled, so uneasy while reading it that it actually gave me an upset stomach. it's BRILLIANT.
4. i got this great sheer blouse from Alex + Alex, and i love it! i wore it out with these cute white shorts and it was so cute. but in an unforeseen event, i then later had to meet someone fairly important and you know what i was thinking?
ok last one....
5. my genius friend Rachel wrote the BEST article for Four Pins about why girls do style blogs. it's so funny and so dead on. i know i'm throwing stones while sitting in a glass house, as i write this..on a style blog (a mostly style blog), but i always can't help but laugh when i browse most style blogs. all the posing, the looking down at the sidewalk with a smirk, the posing in fields. as if life is really just that quaint and quietly fabulous. it's no secret i take my outfit pictures in the mirrors with my iPhone. i don't have the time or patience or desire to like... have someone take pictures of me staring at the sidewalk with a rueful smile on my face. i'd be mortified and horribly embarrassed to do so, but really the reason is because my life isn't like that. i don't leap through fields in my skirts and i don't think there's anything worth smiling about on the sidewalk. people say they like how i dress, and are interested in how i put things together, and that's fine, but let's get real here. my life is not in a sepia filter and it's not Valencia either. i really struggle to not spill things on my white skirts....i would never be able to leap through fields in them.
the best part of her article, though, is when she waxes poetic on the amass-ing of followers...
so true, girl. so true.
You probably know 100 people who use Twitter, and you only need like 200 followers before someone will send you something for free, or at least invite you to a cool party.Suddenly it feels like you’re making it. In reality, nothing is happening at all.