#80.

Toll Booth People.

There's a reason I don't own an EZPass. I honestly get excited to interact with someone completely random and unexpected. I love surprises and you never know what person you're gonna get. You could get the woman that calls you "babydoll", whose hair has a blue tint. Or you could get the guy with the waxed eyebrows that doesn't open his mouth to say a single word. (Like, any word! Say anything! It doesn't even have to be English!)  Or you  could encounter the man hidden behind a plethora of tattoos....the one that, on the hand that reaches for your money, probably has some unexpectedly terrifying graphic of a knife in a heart, or a dragon eating a human, or a woman with ungodly large jugs. Oh, and the music the workers listen to ALWAYS gets me!  Beach boys is a guaranteed cheer-me-up surprise.

You just never know.

...cause life's like a box of choc'lates. You never know whatcha gonna get. :)

#79--Part II.

I enjoy this website, too!

http://streetpeeper.com/

#79.

Fashion.

But not just for the way it looks or the designer's notoriety. It's because of this:

"The time you spend in shopping for your clothes and then the time you take to put outfits together each day should be looked on as opportunities to give love to yourself. In the process of figuring out what to wear you are assessing how you’re feeling that day and acknowledging yourself."

Why should I dress for anyone other than myself? Lemme tell you, there are certain fabrics that I feel like I was born to wear! Long, satin things like this for example:

And I could dance an effortless quickstep in this:

From thefrock.com

And I love how I feel when I dress up a casual outfit with a great blazer. A blazer is my go-to piece. With a long necklace. Enough jazz to be "fashionable" but enough comfort to still feel like yourself!

I dream about these shoes. And for a shamelessly brief period of my life I considered dating a doctor who would buy me these as Christmas was right around the corner. (I, almost regretfully, stuck to my age and morals instead.)

Can't you just hear the sound of their pointed red heels clicking? They're beckoning me.

Vintage. LOVE vintage. (Vintage teases me and nearly tempts me to spend money I don't have. I almost bought this dress).

And honestly, I adore couture. It's such a work of art. Impossible to actually wear practically but amazing in a photograph. Maybe that's why I am intrigued by it. All those textures and yards of patterns make my eyes see a billion different photo opportunities.

And one day, I'd like to rock a romper. They're what I consider a fashion challenge. I just want to find one that works. Somehow. It could be a grand fail but I want to try it!