What a Life

On the way home from work earlier this week I found myself chuckling quietly on the train. The thought had just occurred to me that here I was, on the train with my husband heading home to our awesome apartment, listening to Carole King on my iPhone.

In times like that I can't help but think of my 15 year old self. What she'd think of the situation. Of the life that I am living. She was a strong, opinionated girl that held true to her principles. I have absolute respect for her and her cardigans, torn jeans and chipped nail polish.

I think that she would be happy. I think she would be amazed but deeply impressed that I married a wonderful, gorgeous, kind, intelligent and funny, funny man. She would have loved the evening that we spent people watching in the city over a couple of drinks.

And she definitely would have been amused at the fact that I was used as a model in the workplace today. The office has recently been refurbished and they want to show it off in a few publications so Boozeman and I, along with a couple of other staff members smiled and pretended to drink tea and look very intently at our computer screens for a good portion of the day.

It was hilarious. Though the funniest thing to me was that they asked me to do it dressed the way that I am today. Doc Martens with that old sticker peeling off the side, corsage made from a studded cuff and flower pin, wild hair and a party dress. I can just see that 15 year old girl grinning wryly. 


Necklace: Diva
Dress: Tightrope
Corsage: Pin from Diva, Cuff - Gift
Stockings: Myer
Shoes: Thrifted