Life as Plastic, It's Fantastic

Today, I challenged myself to NOT WEAR ANY BLACK AT ALL, OH NO END OF THE UNIVERSE. Even more intense, I'm wearing pink. Not pastel pink, not a peachy pink, but a bright Barbie pink. Hot pink. Does this skirt not scream, "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wooooorld?" I'm sorry if that song gets stuck in your head. I think I bought pinky because it was three dollars at the thrift store. Unfortunately, at said thrift store, there were no dressing rooms and you just had to buy by size. I bought this by my size, but when I got home, it was just a tad too tight. Me and my mom might install (for lack of a better word?) some fabric in the sides of it. Either way, it was awesome, even if I had to breath upward instead of outward like a normal person. Have you ever breathed with your chest instead of your stomach? Try it. Either way, this Barbie skirt was most fantabulous for the twenty minutes I was able to stand it.

So yesterday, whilst at my pool job, I noticed this rather large bee. I'm talking huge. The size of my thumb. You could hear him buzz from meters away. I was rather scared of him. I was watching this bee and it appeared that he was trying to sting himself. Beside him sat another big bee, but this one was belly-up and clearly not alive. I started to think that maybe these bees pulled a Romeo and Juliet, and perhaps Rombeeo did not get to Julibee late enough. So there I watched Rombeeo, my eyes welling up with tears, as he stung himself. He made no more movements. O, happy stinger. Perhaps it was just the heat that ended his yellow and black life, or he was most likely just sleeping, but still, I like to think they were doing a one time only Shakespearean play for their fellow insect friends.

Bodysuit: Forever 21
Skirt: thrifted, Ann Taylor
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Shoes: Steve Madden via TJ Maxx