When I arrived back in Sacramento on Saturday afternoon, I was immediately uncomfortable in my leggings, pleather skirt, and long-sleeved top. I couldn’t wait to get home, shower, and change into my boho Cali clothes. I liked the outfit so much that I wore it on Sunday, too, for the drive to Concord.
Kimono, Carole Little (thrifted). Tank, Mossimo. Skirt, Zara. Shoes, Carlos Santana (thrifted). Earrings, Francesca’s Closet. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.
I almost didn’t make the stop to see the oil pipeline, but it was only a 5 mile detour on my way from the hot springs to the airport. I had it all to myself, at a little before 4:00 a.m. I don’t think I’ve ever taken outfit pictures at such a ridiculous hour.
Dress and skirt, Mossimo. Shirt and leggings, C9. Boots, Vince Camuto.
I’ve been in a number of natural hot springs, but never one so hot that I couldn’t take it for more than 15 minutes. Thankfully, I could then chill myself in the 20 degree ice museum with an appletini served in an ice goblet. Then, back to cooking myself in the sulphur waters.
Sweatshirt, I-Passion. Dress and tee, Mossimo. Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Leggings, C9. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Target.
This is not what the Fairbanks locals wear to walk the paths and boardwalks of Creamer’s Field. They were dressed far more sensibly. I got some stares, which I didn’t mind, and some mosquito landings, which I did. So far, though, I’ve killed one mosquito and gotten zero bites.
Sweatshirt, Passion-I. Shirt, FY2 (thrifted). Skirt, Mossimo. Tights, Target. Boots, Vince Camuto. Hat, Who What Wear for Target. Sunglasses, Target. Earrings, flea market. Bag, Anne Klein (thrifted).