{ in the summertime }

[delga]

Once again, it's an absolutely gorgeous day. Gorgeous enough for champal, a tank top avec blouse and jeans. And that, ladies (and gent) is the extent of my sun exposure - my feet, a bit of my arms and little bit more upper chest than usual. I rock. Not.

In other (clothes) news, I need to invest in a white skirt or five, buy some more kaftans this summer and perhaps work out a way in which my awesomely long saals can be fashioned into summer tops. I'm looking for wearable dresses (god knows I'm only going to have to wear sheer tights under them anyway, thus defeating the point of a summer dress) and more blouses. I love my blouses. I am fashion-retarded.

Off to collect essay questions now, before popping into town to buy some real food, because god knows I'll need some this weekend. Not to mention more dilute peach because, yum. Also, cardiovascular exercise has nearly killed me the past two days, even though I'm only doing it ten minutes at a time; I am disgustingly unfit. The only parts of my slighty-more-active regime that I am currently enjoying are the walks I'm talking at 8am and 8pm because the weather is too gorgeous right now. ARGH BUS.