dress: LuLaRoe c/o Megan McClary // shoes: Loft // purse: STRUT (sort of similar) // earrings: vintage
photos by Chelsea Laine Francis
So, I has planned on writing this post about how sometimes a dress is just a dress, and it doesn't need a lot of layers or extensive styling, but then I got attacked by nine (count 'em -- NINE) wasps. Something about the bug print seemed to call for me to tell you that story. It's a cautionary tale, dear friends.
I was doing a little Sunday cleaning a couple of weekends back. All the furniture that had been moved during Dago's injury was finally going back in its place. As I was returning something to our outdoor storage closet on the patio, I found myself in sudden and excruciating pain, covered in a swarm of angry yellow jackets. I screamed absolute bloody murder, startling both Dago and people hanging out by the pool by our place. It all happened so fast, and I was stuck there in shock. Dago was telling me to run back into the house, but since yellow jackets can, you know, fly, I was afraid they'd just come with me! Finally I got back inside, where I continued screaming and sobbing while I begged Dago to fix it. He asked where the stings were and I just kept shouting "EVERYWHERE!"
I ended up getting in the shower, where I sobbed for another half hour, until Dago brought the apartment manager over to check out the situation. She found a MASSIVE nest under our patio table, where they had obviously just been lying in wait for me. On Monday, the maintenance guy came and blasted those mother buggers! I'm still afraid to go out there to put away the stuff that's now just been sitting on the patio for two weeks. Also, if you look closely at my arms in these photos, you can see the swelling and redness from a few of the stings.
In conclusion, don't do chores, and don't go outside. For more reasons to not put things back where they go, read this post!
Oh, and, say hello to my new hair!