My neck is really long and skinny. Now don't think I'm complaining! I really don't mind, it's just an observation.
I thought it would be a nice thing to tell you guys actual stories from my life in these posts. "Haven't you been doing that already, Rachel?" Well, no. I've been telling you about fashion and sewing and little lifestyle snippets, but I love love love reading about people's real lives. Thoughts, emotions, quirks, you know. And I love talking about myself! So here we go.
I used to drive really fast. Like on the interstate my average was 90mph. I hit 110 once when I was in a hurry. On backroads I usually stuck to 55mph. And would you believe it, I never got in a wreck! Or even got pulled over! Suffice it to say I was incredibly lucky. Then 2 years ago, my sister crashed the car. My car to be precise. She was fine except for some bumps and bruises (and being incredibly shaken up), but the car was TOTALLED. The lady she rear-ended was really crotchety for someone who's tank of a cadillac had a dented fender, and was still shouting when I arrived at the scene 30 minutes later.
So that is the story of why I obey the speed limit.
This dress was from Goodwill. A posher-than-average Goodwill near my school. By that I mean there was no dollar rack and the clothes were organized by color on round racks. I swapped the buttons on it for daisy ones I found at Walmart!
dress, shirt: Goodwill
shoes: Rack Room (I love them!)