It was the perfect storm last weekend for me to bust out my wool shorts, weather above 60 degrees and a basket full of dirty clothes.  Sunday, Alex, Turner and I ventured out to Georgetown to walk around the square, pop in a few antique shops and have lunch at an amazing mexican restaurant.  As we were walking I looked down at my legs and was reminded of how pale I am, I asked Alex, "Does my paleness scare you?" Of course he looked at me like I was crazy.  I ask a lot of questions where he gives me that face.  It had been a while since I'd seen my legs in broad day light, and they kind of threw me off guard for a minute. "Whoa, I feel like Powder right now. Seriously." I think Alex was just happy the shorts gave me an excuse to shave.  In all seriousness, I don't mind my fair skin.  I tried a tanning bed once in high school, and I burned in 4 minutes. Then, I decided I would try to get a quick spray tan to even out my sunburn, and I got confused with the directions and accidentally put the special lotion (which I later found out you're only supposed to but in the creases of your hands and on your elbows/knees) all over my body.  I popped out and sure enough I looked worse than before. Sun burned with splotchy dark spots.  Just what I wanted the day before PROM!  Needless to say, I do not tan.  In the summer, I wear as many layers as possible.  "Laying out" is a foreign term to me.  I love the sun, and enjoy it's warmth, but I try my hardest to protect my skin from it.


Top/Cardigan: Gap
Shorts: Urban Outfitters
Belt: Thrifted
Boots: Nine West