the salt and swell of the ocean

I'm boycotting the outdoors right now. It's snowing. It's not just snowing, it's blizzarding. I'm quite annoyed. It's April! I know I'm in Alaska and all, but this is just ridiculous. Thus, I am posting my last outfit from Hawaii instead of looking outside my window at the snow accumulating. I'm not looking forward to scraping snow off my car. I thought I wouldn't have to do that for six months!  28 degrees is unacceptable.

These pictures were taken at the Shops at Wailea when my mom and I went shopping. It's so crazy going into those super luxe stores like Gucci, Bottega Veneta and Louis Vuitton. $300 for sunglasses! $2,000 for a purse! It almost seems like a zoo. You go in to look at the clothes and accessories behind the glass, like zoo animals. I got this adorable bird ring at BCBG. Luckily it fit under my $30 limit, and was probably the only thing there that did. It's a little big on me so I've been scheming ways to make it more snug.

dress/vintage :: ring/bcbg maxazria :: purse/vintage
necklace/shop in Kihei :: sandals/target

I was listening to the radio this morning and The Who and The Doors played, and it just made my heart ache.  It's not even that I'm heartbroken anymore, it's more like a physiological response that's unconscious.  Certain music is just so strongly associated with James that even though I'm not constantly heartbroken anymore, those songs and bands are still kind of unbearable to listen to.  Bummer since it's a lot of my favorite music.  I just find it so strange that some things can be so strong psychologically that it results in a physiological response.  Perhaps this wouldn't be so fascinating if I were a psychologist.  Or perhaps more fascinating?

Do you ever feel like your life is a puzzle and the current puzzle piece is kind of squished into a spot it doesn't belong in? Like, it's close enough that it fits, but it's not the right piece. That's kind of how I feel right now. It's not like anything is particularly wrong, and it's not like I'm going to get the rest of the puzzle wrong, but I can't find the right piece yet and this one is jammed in that spot until I find that right piece. For some reason I can't get this puzzle analogy out of my head. It's not that troublesome, just kind of an unconscious uncomfortableness that is ever-present, like ill fitting clothing.

P.S. I never thought the word "particulate" could be sexy until I heard it come out of Jack Hodgins' mouth.
P.P.S. I've been on a Bones bender since the weekend...can you tell?  Instant Netflix has ruined my social life.  Oh wait, I didn't have one.