When it comes to jean cut-offs, I’m more of an easy-does-it-on-the-holes-and-rips kind of girl. But these shorts have me saying “denim does it”, and by ‘it’ I mean as many rips and holes as these babies can possibly hold. I’ve had these denim cut-offs for close to 8 years now, and before that I had them as jeans for 5-6 years. They are several sizes too big, they have more holes than a piece of swiss cheese, and I’ve tried to make myself get rid of them at least a dozen times. And yet here they are. Despite the many other pairs of denim shorts that have come and gone in my closet, these have remained faithfully comfortable, soft, and perfectly worn in, and I have yet to find a pair of shorts that compare. So in my closet they shall stay…
When I think about an all-american summer, I think jean shorts (or skirts), striped shirts, baseball hats, aviators….and ice cream. Always ice cream. I could literally eat ice cream every day (and I think some weeks I do), so I’m right on track for the perfect bikini body of 50 pounds heavier by September. Go me. Luckily, I don’t live somewhere that requires beach attire all year round….So anyways, ice cream. Mr. RC and I are constantly jumping at the chance to try new flavors, so when Carvel released their Nutella collection it was a no-brainer that we needed to have an ice cream date to try it out. I mean, nutella + ice cream…can you think of anything possibly being better?! They have a soft serve version and a couple of Nutella sundaes, but we both decided to try the hand-scooped ice cream because it also had the Carvel Chocolate Crunchies mixed in (more chocolate is always better in my book!). Then, with ice cream in hand, we wandered around the South Street Sea Port (ice cream + city wandering has to be one of my favorite dates for me and Mr. RC).
Since I’m sure at this point I’ve got you all screaming for ice cream (I mean, after all, who tortures people with ice cream talk first thing on a Monday morning?!), I have some exciting news for you! This coming Sunday, July 20th, is National Ice Cream Day (which you know I’ll be celebrating). If you’re a Carvel Fudgie Fanatic member, you will receive a coupon that’s good for a junior soft serve cup or cone for only 80₵ (you must sign up by end of day today, the 14th, to receive the coupon in time). If you’re not a member, sign up before the 20th to be entered to win a years worth of free ice cream. Also, watch my Instagram and Facebook page today for an announcement that you won’t want to miss (hint: it may involve free ice cream). Now, who’s off to eat some ice cream?!
While walking in the park last week on one of the hottest days we’ve had yet, I couldn’t help noticing a girl decked out in a flannel shirt and leather pants. Ummm, hi, it’s summer, not fall! Obviously, she looked like she was suffering something fierce, but all that I could do was chuckle to myself. I mean who wears leather AND flannel in the middle of a 90 degree day?! And then it hit me….I had worn leather shorts and a sweater just a few days prior. Granted, it was a cooler day, it was in the evening, the sweater was made of light material (and clearly made to be a summer sweater), and the shorts, well let’s just say, these shorts could definitely convince me it’s ok to wear leather on a 120 degree day. I mean, who can resist buttery, soft leather at 50% (now 60%) off? Not this girl, and I’m hoping for the sake her fashionable well-being, not the girl in the park either.
P.S. Today the taste-tester, photographer, behind-the-scenes, patiently-waits-for-30-minutes-while-I-take-an-Instagram man, also lovingly known as Mr. RC, is turning another year older *cough, cough* I mean wiser. Apparently, his new thing is responding to my comments, so leave him some birthday love below and you just might get a response from Mr. RC!
During the summer months, Mr. RC and I tend to go to church on Sunday nights, rather than our usual Sunday mornings. We take a leisurely 30 minute stroll to get to where our church is and then, on our walk home, we stop for a date night, be it an ice-cream cone, a slice of pizza or a full meal. What started as a weekly commitment has turned into a ritual that means so much more than just a walk, church, and a date. It has come to signify a time for us to slow down after a busy weekend, a time to regroup and relax for the week ahead, and it ensures that we get a break from one hectic week to the next. While I used to dread Sunday nights for the fear of what followed, I now excitedly anticipate their arrival. Truly, life is all about your perspective on things…
I know I wear some form of stripes in almost every post, but it wasn’t until I was rearranging my new closet that I realized just how out-of-control my stripe addiction had gotten. So of course what do I do, but go and buy more striped things. Because that’s totally logical. Another thing that’s totally logical? Getting myself onto a yacht stat, because let’s be real, don’t all outfits consisting of navy blue striped dresses and red striped shoes belong on a yacht?!