Sunday, June 23, 2013

Why I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Today's vintage finds:

Ok, so the skirt is actually Anthropologie, so, "vintage." But the dress is an authentic polyester, 1970-something creation, "from France," claims the hand-written tag. 

Items on agenda:
  1. Find garden party to attend. 
  2. Remember to suck in.  

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Why you should check out my new site

Friends, I am proud to announce a new online endeavor that I'm working on. It's based on the ridiculous resumes and application e-mails I sometimes get, some of which I talked about here, here, and here. But recently I received a whole new round of them, and I thought, why not put them all together someplace, where they can serve as a hilarious lesson to us all? So, please go check out my new Tumblr, Resume Wrecks. I think you will enjoy. Some of them I have posted on this blog before, but there are many more new ones, with more coming every day.

As a friend said to me, RACHEL, THESE CANNOT BE REAL. But I can assure you that they are real, and they're spectacular. 

Thanks, guys. Tell your friends!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Why I love Assateague Island in the summer

Last week, my sister and I went camping at my happy place. I've blogged about my love of Assateague Island here and here. And according to this blog's archives, it had been three years since I'd been, so I was definitely overdue for a return visit.

And what goes better with a beach camping trip than..

...gray skies and pouring rain? We started our trip trapped in the car with steamy windows, our view gone smeary with the brushstrokes of an impressionist painting. We read...
...and took indulgent photographs. But after the rain...
...there was a rainbow.
And then there were blue skies and fluffy white clouds and found sand castles.

And of course, as always, there were ponies on the beach.
Although they seemed even more...aggressive than in years past.
Seriously, watch your toes and guard your coolers.

They came to visit our campsite, too.
Find any good trash in there, blondie?
My cooler is now sporting a jaunty new hole in the lid. Ponies--the scavengers of the beach.
Me--the idiot who left the cooler out all night. 
On our last night we went to a bar in Ocean City where we saw live band karaoke and this sunset. One of these things was vastly superior to the other.
And then, when it was all over I got to come home to this..

...and this. Gulp. Still working on that one.