As I wrote about in my previous post I am OBSESSED with rucksacks. I tend to be very specific when it comes to buying new clothes and accessories, building up an image of the perfect bib necklace or shift dress in my head and never actually finding the perfect one. This unfortunate curse, of course, plagued my search for the perfect rucksack as well. It rarely happens that I find my dream purchase, but in this case I reached rucksack euphoria. Halle-freakin’-lujah!
It had just started getting warm in Kansas, and on this afternoon in late April, my roommate and I needed to get out of the library and enjoy the weather. I prefer to wear pants or anything cropped, as opposed to shorts that display my—echem—endowed behind, so a temp of about 70 is perfect for me and my wardrobe. Bliss at Potter’s Lake.