Singing in the Rain

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Yesterday morning, I got up at 5:30 for work as I usually do.  As a barista, I’m often up between 4:30 and 5:30, stumbling to my bathroom in the pitch blackness to clumsily apply my winged eyeliner and blow dry my bangs before rushing out of the house to beat the morning traffic.  All of this happens pre-coffee, which is the real accomplishment if you ask me.

However, yesterday morning was *extra* special due to the howling, gusting wind banging my rose bushes against my window and causing my house to creak, which of course led to “holyshitholyshitholyshit there’s someone trying to get into my house” anxiety attacks all night long.  While laying in bed wide awake for a majority of my night, I was very aware that my power was going to be off when I got up in the morning.  Once I had confirmed this hypothesis, I proceeded to have a romantic, iPhone-flashlight lit face wash and teeth-brushing session before finally accepting that 1. There was no way I was going to put on makeup by iPhone light and 2. My bangs sticking straight up in the air were not going to cooperate without the use of a blow dryer.

So off to work I went, makeup and hair utensils packed up so I could squeeze in some bang-loving (tee-hee) in the bathroom before starting my morning tasks.  Walking out to my car, I was thoroughly sketched out considering if was foggy as all hell and the street lights were completely out.  Again, using the light of my iPhone (why don’t I have any damn flashlights in this place?), I walked up to my car.  From the meek light of my phone, I notice a big, shiny, white head in the window of my car.  And I freak out, because obviously some creep-o broke into my car, right?  And I consider running, but I don’t know where.  And I have a full on moment of fight or flight.  And then I realize it’s just my huge, white, shiny forehead that I’m not used to seeing, because again, bangs.

It’s at this point that I realize that I really have no place in this world being an adult since I can’t even handle creaky sounds in my house, and I’m afraid of the dark.  But honestly ya’ll, I try.

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“Umbrella-about-to-fly-away” face.

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After a particularly strange morning and hectic day at work, I was so ready to come home and relax with some tea and a movie.  Rainy weather is my absolute favorite ever (even though I can live without any wind), so I take all rainy day opportunities to bake, read magazines, listen to my “rainy day” music, play piano, and cuddle with big blankets and tea.  I also love any opportunity to wear my cutest fall clothing and use my umbrella!

P.S. I should really post my “rainy day” playlist on here.  Really, really I need to step it up with the music sharing around here.  Another thing to add to the blogging list!

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Really digging how my camera focused on the raindrops instead of me.

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Outfit details: Dress: old (thrifted) • Shoes: Lucky brand • Jacket: old (thrifted) • Beanie: Target • Necklace: gifted • Socks: Primark • Tights: Target (old) • Umbrella: Target

Have a beautiful, rainy day my lovely readers ♥

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: Master of None by Beach House

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3 thoughts on “Singing in the Rain

  1. Haha the coffee shop opening shift struggle is so so real! I totally feel your pain, I was a barista for almost eight years. I was always so paranoid walking from my car to the shop that early. The crazies aren’t the ones that are out late, they are the ones that are still out at 4:30am.

    Regardless, this look is so cute, I love the coat, and booties with socks!

    -Mackenzie
    http://www.kenzywho.com

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