Fourth of July Disappointments

It's the 4th of July! Mine has really gotten off to a terrible start, but I hope you guys have a good one! I know a lot of people have been commenting on Elizabeth's recent post on the blogging myth. She brought up some really good points! I never really thought my life came across as perfect through my blog (I don't have an instagram to put pretty vintage filters over everything!) but that might just be because I'm the one living it, and I see and live through the not-so-great stuff going on.

Well hold on to your hats ladies and gents because it's only noon and today's events have already been pretty pitiful!

So I was really excited to do a Fourth of July themed post for you guys. I bought bomb pops and sparklers as props, and picked out this pretty outfit! I was going to take them yesterday, but it was rainy and my sister had a bad day and wanted to go shopping (not that I am complaining, I bought a ton of great stuff on sale).

I woke up this morning and it was pouring. So much for a summery all American photoshoot! But wait it gets better.

I'm taking these on our back porch so I won't get the camera wet, and some bee decides he wants to share my popsicle. He flies straight into my hair, falls onto my shoulder, and STINGS ME. I run into the house crying because I am not really a grown up, and when animals are mean to me it actually hurts my feelings.

The bee is still on my shirt, smugly grinning to his little bee self, and my Mom is shouting at me because I am shouting about the bee and she can't SEE the bee, because her close up vision is going. She's running around trying to find her glasses and the rubbing alcohol, and I can't even take off my shirt because I am wearing a damn jumper over it.

Thinking back, I could have flicked the bee off my shoulder, but I guess I was too distraught? So I rip off all my clothes, and am running around the house sobbing, in my underwear, in my sky high red heels, like "Dad cover your eyeeeeeessssss!!!"

He is calmer than me and my Mom about this, and is just like "OK" and looks away. My sister, who, for all her charms, is generally pretty unsympathetic to my pain, just looks at me and Mom in our hysterics, and proceeds to go about her morning routine.

So what you guys are looking at are the pictures I got before this all went down. Now I am in my pjs, with baking soday all in my bed and a red spot on my arm (hey, at least it coordinates with patriotic colors) wishing I hadn't woken up.

My plans for the rest of the day include marketing homework and potato chips.

pinafore, hat: thrifted

shoes: BC, via modcloth

shirt: forever 21 (it has stars on it)

So I have given up on the holiday spirit this year, but am trying not to get too sore over it. My therapist taught me long ago not to build things up to be perfect. It's even sunny out now! But I sincerely hope you all are having a good Independence Day!

I'm having a Fourth of July sale in my shop! A whopping 30% off my already cheap goods, today only!