water of my youth

This picture.

This picture my friends is where you will find me most days when I am starring off into space, lost in a daydream.  Cutoff shorts, bikini topped, sand in my toes, on my cruiser by the ocean.

After each daydream, I say a little prayer for it to come true.  Even for just a short couple of years, before my skin looks like it does when I squeeze it together.  See this is the thing about being almost 32 years old, you wonder why you took your twenties so serious.

It's the decade in my life when I looked the best in cutoff shorts, yet I was too busy trying to prove something.

To whom? I'm still trying to figure this out. 

Now it is going to seem crazy, when we actually put the beautiful house we bought in our twenties on the market and move to the beach.  I often wonder if we would look back and wonder what the hell we were thinking or would it be the best decision we ever made.  This is the debate I have in my mind.

F21 sweater, DIY cutoffs, wellies from Ecuador

Yesterday, all I wanted to do was see some water - it was a windy, overcast day here in Kansas.  My idea, although not the ocean, was to wade through the murky waters of Winfield City Lake.

I wanted to show my husband the water of my youth; the first place I went skinny dipping; the place where I shotgunned many Natty Lights.   Isn't youth bitter sweet?  You spend your childhood waiting to be grown up and your adult life remembering the simplicity of being a child.

Yesterday you wouldn't have found me dipping a single toe into the lake without a little fear of what it would discover once under the water, but 16 years ago without a single dose of fear I jumped in sans a swimsuit. 

The lake was not meant to be, five minutes into our car ride an offer to babysit our nieces arrived and off we went in the other direction.  Another time perhaps, I will relive the water of my youth and take my husband on a journey down memory lane. Until the time arrives, I will serenade my husband with bits and pieces of the girl I used to be.

 

[Say hello to my sweet Zoey, wondering what the hell Mom is doing!]

Until next time, 

Lex

Rockin' the Paseo Wellies

tank forever 21, jeans banana republic

I bought these boots at the paseo in Salinas, Ecuador after a visit to the fish market. Loads of fish in a never before experience and I checked out the boots everyone wore. On the way back to the car I made the comment "I want a pair of the boots everyone is wearing".

fish market salinas, ecuador
if you look closely the man in the black hat is wearing yellow wellies

Jump to the next day, searching high and low in the paseo to find plastic and tape to wrap our hammock chairs for the journey home. My mother-in-law says "Look the boots you liked". I was sold with three colors to choose from - yellow, black and white. Torn between the yellow and white, I finally decided on the white. We've been a couple ever since...

shirt gap, vintage denim vest levi, leggings express, scarf toasty cowl etsy.com

The first snow in Kansas and you better believe out came the wellies.
[You may be wondering if I have to pee in this picture but I don't!]

sweater silence + noise (urban outfitters), vest forever 21, jeans gap

Did I mention they cost me around $7? Total score.