[Daydreamer LA t-shirt, sold out, but this one’s similar (and on sale!) + Pilcro high waist bell bottom cords + Low Luv x Erin Wasson chain + WESC headphones + completely necessary Anthro beach chair.]
I never really assume that I’m being ridiculous—especially when keeping to myself in the corner playing tambourine, or, say, singing opera to Eli only using the word “meow” while counting his whiskers—until Rob strolls in, assesses the situation, and starts laughing. Today was no exception.
See, if I feel like setting up a beach chair in the corner of the dining room and grooving out, it’s an impulse I don’t over-think.
[Please note penny hot-glued to record player arm. I had a dream in which I did that to stop the skipping, so did it in real life, and it worked!]
[Daydreamer LA t-shirts (Urban) are my primary means of dressing these days. Sumptuous, soft, and drape-tastic. I also like how this one sort of smells like chemicals and burned rubber.]
And that’s how cold, dank Sundays are done.
-Carey
Someone returned one of those chairs a little while back. It’s pretty humongous! And it was quickly snatched up by some lucky bastard. 😉
Favorite part of this? Tiger prowling on the shelf just above your head. Show stopper.
This is sort of my dream caftans post. So you, great clothes, great music. All the gluing pennies reminds me of Empire Records, so there’s that. And when I’ve worked in radio, we used coins to weigh down the arm when we played 78’s! Also, just love you!