Sarah's Real Life

When we walked through this alley on the way to brunch on Sunday, I took a deep breath and said, “What’s that smell? It smells like flowers. Or maybe trash.” I can’t explain it to you, but it really did smell like either flowers or trash. Maybe there were a bunch of flowers in some trash. That’s the only reasonable thing I can think of.

That was when we came up with our latest genius business idea (we have a lot of them…not sure why we’re not millionaires yet). We’ll have a line of perfumes. Half will smell like flowers; half will smell like trash. But you won’t know from the packaging which is which. You just have to buy, spray, and hope for the best. A bottle would make a great anniversary or gag gift…but again, no telling which one you’ll get. You better hope your significant other has a good sense of humor, or a bad sense of smell.

Anyway, I forgot about this genius idea about 5 minutes later when I sat down for a mimosa and avocado & egg on toast. Oh yeah, that’s why we’re not millionaires: drinking and a lack of follow-through.

Skirt // similar Shirt // similar Shoes // Sunglasses (on sale) // similar Earrings // Bracelet // similar Clutch (on sale)

Here’s what I’ve learned recently: it seems like a great idea to move during the summer, because the other option is to move when it’s deathly cold, and that doesn’t seem appealing. But…BUT! Moving during June/July/August (especially moving to a house) means you’re going to miss out on some summer weekend fun when you’re busy organizing and painting and fixing and otherwise adulting.

We’re trying to subscribe to the work hard, play hard plan as much as possible lately because the last summer of my 20s will be over before  you know it (technically, my 20s will be over in 2 days), and then I’ll have the rest of my sad, old, grownup life to be responsible. Or not…we’ll see.

So over the weekend I did a respectable amount of responsible adulting, but I also did some summering. A highlight: I went to see a Beatles cover band rock Conner Prairie, and I ingested plenty of carbs and booze along the way. And I wore a romper and a ridiculous hat. The sun came out for 5 minutes so it was totally appropriate.

I know it’s only Tuesday, but whether you’re 19 or 69, I hereby command you to make some fun plans for this weekend. Not to be morbid, but you could totally be hit by a train next Monday. Guts strewn all over the tracks. I hope that doesn’t happen to you, but just in case…live it up a little.

Romper (on sale) // Hat (only $15!) // Bag* (on sale) // similar Bracelet // Ring* // similar Sunglasses

*Bag and ring purchased with gift card provided courtesy of Shopbop.