:: Sunny San Diego ::

Before the wedding on Friday, we spent the morning strolling around Orange Avenue, which is down the street from Hotel Del Coronado. It was a beautiful day, weaving in and out of the quaint shops lining the street. My mom and I walked into a jewelry store and this was the conversation which ensued:

Store owner: Are you in the parade?

Me: Um, what?

Store owner: The parade. For Homecoming.

Me: Uh… no? What, who’s homecoming?

Store owner: Are you in a pageant? Your hair is fixed up so pretty.

Me: (HA! I totally thought I was being punked at this point) No, I’m not in a pageant today. What parade?

Store owner: For the high school. 

Yep. Still being mistaken for a sixteen-year-old at twenty-four. I hope this isn’t a phase which goes away when I hit thirty! Also, the sock bun has apparently not taken off yet in Southern California. It was nearly eighty degrees, so I was thankful to have packed some comfortable, light-weight pieces to wander around in!

Top: J.Crew, Shorts: BDG, Bag: Kate Spade, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Sandals: Zigi Girl, Belt: Ann Taylor, Necklace: Max and Chloe, Arm Party: Anthropologie, Tulsa Mayfest find, Seasonal Whispers

Top: J.Crew, Shorts: BDG, Bag: Kate Spade, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Sandals: Zigi Girl, Belt: Ann Taylor, Necklace: Max and Chloe, Arm Party: Anthropologie, Tulsa Mayfest find, Seasonal Whispers, Nails: Nails Inc – Kensington Place

As my dad was snapping a quick pic, I totally got photo bombed. Anyone know this crazy college girl in the background?!

Where’s Waldo?

The loveliest day on Orange Street.

The loveliest day on Orange Street.

 

 

 

 

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