Tomorrow is mine and Ugly Mug’s 6th year anniversary. That’s a lifetime in celebrity years. Unfortunately, we aren’t celebrities, but in real people years, it’s still an accomplishment. We decided that no presents were to be given because
I’m broke we are going to New York for a week next month, so what that really means is that I am expecting a surprise in the mail tomorrow. Just kidding, I’m expecting him to give it to me when I see him on Friday.
I really shouldn’t joke about that. Ugly Mug: I am kidding. No presents! Except for the one I get on Friday. Ok, no more jokes for real or we won’t make it to our 7th anniversary.
Also, Friday is Ugly Mug’s birthday! You should give him the present of liking his Facebook. Without him, there would probably be no Seeking Style. Because, really, how great can a style blog be without pictures. Not great. Crappy even.
On another note, does anyone have any suggestions for what we should see/do/eat/shop in New York City?
*Dress: Forever 21
This dress was on a ‘Buy One, Get One Free’ rack at Forever 21 a couple of summers ago. I bought it although it is essentially a sack. I appreciate dresses that are sack like, or “sheets” as Ugly Mug refers to them. I never have to worry about sucking it in, pulling it up, or sitting like a lady. What I mean is, I get to be sloppy and lazy.
Disclaimer: I find it hilarious that I am referring to the boy as Ugly Mug when, in fact, his mug is anything but ugly. I am merely just shamelessly promoting him as a photographer.
So, I don’t know if you noticed, but here I am chilling in a field. Again. This field is prettier, but, dammit if those flowers aren’t the most prickly song of a bitches I’ve ever stood and frolicked in. oh yes, there was frolicking. Picture to follow at the end of the post (and possibly a .gif for Friday Fail, because believe me, it was ridiculous).
These are the son of a bitches that kept sticking in my dress and shoes. I was pulling them off me for days. #bloggerproblems.
And this is what I look like when I get stabbed by a flower.
I will now leave you with my frolicking. How many times have you drove by a field and just wanted to stop and frolic in a long, flowy dress? My answer is every damn time I drive past a field. So I went for it. And yes, I wore boots in the field because I’m not dumb enough to wear sandals,although I won’t deny that I thought about it.
p.s. Ugly Mug carried me out of the field because I couldn’t take the stabbing anymore. Sweet, right?
All photos credit of Ugly Mug Photography
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