Hot Springs, AK
So I had this fantasy about how we’d be doing all sorts of spectacularly beautiful, flowing-dresses-in-the-wind-style outfit posts during this trip. Desert sunrises and hayfields and such.
Hahahahaha.
Y’all (oh I said it), I am looking rough on this trip. First of all, the attire of the moment is not exactly flowing dresses; it’s more “I wore this shirt all day yesterday and then slept in it because we rolled into our hotel at 10PM and needed to fall asleep instantly but am wearing it again today because I can’t deal with hauling my suitcase out of the back of our car in search of something non-disgusting and also because I don’t care.” And I’m wearing an extremely sad-looking fifteen-year-old swimsuit top instead of a bra and seriously you should see my nails.
Also my hair is really bad in the South.
Real bad, y’all. (Don’t care.)
