yesterday, i confined myself to my bedroom with the door closed and a cat on my lap for the sole purpose of churning out a short story. i wrote. and wrote some more. and at the end of the day i hated every single word. despite what i said about my workshop previously, one thing about myself remains: i can't turn in something i'm not even the least bit proud of. so there you have it. finally, i gave up and realized i couldn't write something i could connect to from my room. if i needed ideas, i needed to get out of my bedroom and do something. i needed people and experiences and emotions to exaggerate. so i did just that. and today, my friends, in half the time i did it. i wrote a brand new story. it helped that last night was, well, interesting. maybe, just maybe the creative writing world is the only world in which procrastinating on your work by socializing and getting out of your bedroom is productive.
i'll give you a hint: montana has a thing called the forester's ball put on by the forestry department at my school in which swing dancing and flannel are required.
on a different note, my momma is coming to town to visit me and attend a concert tomorrow and i'm looking forward to some much needed mom time. moms really are the smartest people when it comes to everything, aren't they? they have the answers to it all.
also, this outfit happened sort of very accidentally. as in, i was downtown with my camera and best friend/roommate and was like, well hey, i haven't been taking outfit photos very frequently lately so now is as good a time as any! so thank you miss jenny. for procrastinating with me and being the best saturday night gal there is.
shirt: modcloth // skirt: francessca's // tights: the gap //
scarf: jcrew // boots: steve madden