When it's sunny in Portland, I swear this city is the best place to live. I can't put my finger on what it is, but it's special. I believe it has to do with the gloomy, overcast winters. When the sun hits, people come out of the woodwork, and I'm not being hyperbolic when I say there is incomparable energy that seems to radiate off everyone. We're all just happy people waiting for the sun to invigorate us once again. I sound like a hippy.
I'm mid-dinner-making, so I'll just keep it short and sweet. I had a perfect day, and I loved what I was wearing. I thrifted this top yesterday, and it was a steal. Fringe rules. I'm officially on the prowl for a fringe leather crossbody purse, too.
Top Thrift (American Rag) / Pants & Bangles Avenue / Sunnies & Flats Target / Purse Thrift
I love the beads, too!
Aaaaand, I gotta include a picture of this cute guy. He got a new shirt yesterday, too. Gerry has lost more than 60 pounds over the past year, and I finally convinced him it was necessary to go shopping. He was swimming in his clothes, and only a man would not seize an opportunity like that to go shopping. I was really proud of him for buying two pairs of jeans, as well. Did you know this man believes one only needs a single pair of jeans? It was nearly a year into our relationship when I convinced him to buy a second pair the first time. Progress.
I need to check on the bouillabaisse... it's just about time to add the mussels. I modified Ina's chicken recipe, and fingers are crossed that it will be equally as delectable. We're going to round out the night by watching Young Adult. Happy Sunday to everyone!