busted flat in baton rouge

Funny (and true) story: As I was camped out on the side of the road here, camera equipment sprawled out and dressed channeling my best inner hippie sun child, a VW green van drove by with a bearded bohemian behind the wheel. Initially, I was afraid to look up at him, thinking he probably assumed I was mocking his generation and exploiting it as a fashion statement. 

Which, we all can nod our heads to, because it's true to certain extent. I never experienced the Summer of Love, but I would kill for their leather fringe vests. My name isn't Wildflower, but I think I could dig it if it was.

But I digress.

So, he's driving by, I hesitate, shrug my shoulders, thinking "What the hell, maaann"? in my best Bob Dylan voice, and look up. He smiled and gave me a peace sign. Without a moment of hesitation, I gave one back. 

Because, after all, we are supposed to give peace a chance, ya know.

On a side note, the lovely and witty lady, Indiana over at Adored Austin, did a blush-worthy feature on me. You can check it out here and then definitely go check her out. You won't regret it. She's got great style, a unique writing voice and isn't afraid to make fun of herself.  A woman after my own heart! 

Shirt: Floral wrap robe, Anthropologie, via my Weardrobe gift card

Dress: Black strapless dress, H&M

Shoes: Leather woven flats, Urban Outfitters

Belt: Vintage tan belt

Sunglasses: Jackie O tortoise shell sunnies, Steve Madden