That time I looked like Zooey Deschanel

{top, jacket: target  //  jeans  //  shoes: spring, similar  //  bracelets: f21, similar #1, #2  //  scarf: diy}

Yesterday I finally went to renew my license at the DMV.  I was expecting the usual - waiting, annoyance, waiting, getting frustrated, and waiting.  So imagine my surprise when after waiting only 45 minutes (which to be honest, did kind of feel like an eternity because I forgot to bring a book and there's only so long I can amuse myself counting mullets), I got to the desk and both the girl taking my photo and the guy next to her told me I look like Zooey Deschanel.
This is especially cool because she's sort of  my girl crush and the only celebrity that I actually do want to look like.

{Personally, I don't really see it.  But if putting big waves in my hair (which I will then come home, try to "fix", wind up ruining, and salvage by putting my hair up before leaving the house again), winging out my eyeliner, and using red lip stain does the trick, then I'll take it.}

I tried to play it cool, as if I get that all the time.  But I think my response went something more like:

"Oh my God!  Thank you!" (Awkwardly give the guy a high five). "That's the nicest thing I've heard all day!  Awesome!  Thanks!"

Smooooth....


By the way, somewhere in here they saw Zooey.
(Now that I've been compared to her, I feel we should be on a first name basis.)

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Hard to Hear

{top, jacket: target  //  jeans: gap  //  boots: old navy  //  belt: delias  //  watch: sprout  //  bangle: f21}

I struggled writing this post today.  My boyfriend and I got some terrible news over the weekend and  I wasn't sure if I should share it here, or just go on as if everything is ok.
But pretending that bad things don't happen is not real life.  Everything is not always ok.  And acting happy when I'm not has never been my forte.  (These photos were taken before we got the news).

We found out on Saturday that my boyfriend's sister has a brain tumor.

We are devastated.
What's worse is that she and the rest of my boyfriend's family live in Switzerland, so we can't be there to visit her, speak with the doctors, or take comfort with his family.  We just have to wait for news.
Her doctors think it's operable.  They're still running tests.  But they're being cautious because she's pregnant.
We are trying to be hopeful.
We find out today if and when the doctors will operate.
But for now all we can do is wait, hope, and have faith that Sarah will pull through.

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