Sweater: Old Navy
Tights: We Love Colors
Creative writing day: write a (very short) fictional story that starts with this sentence: "To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century."
To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century. If I could have swam in a pool full of spiders, cicadas, and centipedes for 10 minutes instead of going, I would have done it in a heartbeat. Going into a place where you don't know anyone, speak the language, or are even the same species as anyone is just a whole bowl of awkward. But I told Francisco I would go as backup, and so I went. He left a little while ago to get there early to help set up, so I was meeting him there. I headed out the back door towards the creek that runs behind our backyard, and I got into the red canoe that was tied up and waiting for me.
I started paddling, and humming along, looking around at all of the pretty trees and the beautiful sunset. I finally see the waterfall drop ahead of me, thank goodness. I paddle a bit faster towards it, and then feel that free-fall begin. I splash into the pool of water at the bottom of the fall. I've gotten better at aiming, not a drop of water in the boat and I didn't even ruin my hair! I keep paddling, finally reaching the golden glowing cabin in the middle of the woods.
"Here goes nothing", I whisper out loud to myself as a step out of the boat and make my way up the mile long path to the house. For once I'm glad that this house freakishly glows like a lighthouse, personally I find it a bit gaudy, but if you're a magical creature I guess you can live how you want. I finally reach the door, feeling really anxious, and check my purse one more time. Yes, my secret weapon is exactly where I left it, and still in excellent shape. I breathe one deep breath, and knock on the door...
**I am also linking this post up with Passion for Fashion at Rachel the Hat's lovely blog, head over and check it out!**