This outfit is kinda old, sorry! But I never uploaded it here, so I thought I might as well do it now.
The day I took these pics was beautiful. The wind was blowing like mad, and the waves were grey and gorgeous. There’s something inspiring and fairy-like about days like that. It feels like you’re in a Jane Austen novel or in a different time and you’re a different person. Yeah, I know I’m guilty of romanticizing almost everything. But why not turn everything into a story sort of feel? Why not turn nighttime dreams into a real daytime feeling? I know I love standing on the shore, letting the waves lap up at my feet, and the wind blow against my face and ripple my skirt. When I stand like that I like to pretend I’m like Elizabeth Bennett or Elinor Dashwood, pining away for a handsome dreamboat. But then I come out of my romanticist daydream and I’m just Maria. But I’m happy with that, and believe I can turn my own life into a sort of fairytale too.