Style: Mad for plaid (and hummingbirds)

We have returned home after three crazy days of non-stop driving. We did 2,500km in 53 hours, which is a record for us. It was the lastest of last-minute trips ever, which made me feel good in regards to my spontaneity abilities; I feared that I was lacking in this department (I am), since I like to plan ahead and don't like surprises. I wish I did (it's so much more attractive!), but alas, I like routine. 

This time, however, I woke up on Monday morning, expecting a week like any other, not knowing that less than 24 hours later we would embark on the most impulsive road trip in the history of (our) road trips ever. 

Next time I will tell you the reasons why, share a few pictures and relate a funny story from the trip; for now, I had to dress up for no reason whatsoever. 

Well, there was a reason: I felt grimy, greasy and decidedly unattractive, and had to do an intervention on myself. You see, what has slowly been happening over time, sneaking up on me if you will, is my complete abandonment of any and all hygiene routine during road and/or camping trips. 

It wasn't always like that. 

I recall fondly, way back in the day (when I still had standards), me sitting by the lake, trying to catch my reflection (I forgot to bring a mirror) and desperately trying to plug stray eyebrows. Aaahh, those were the days. Ever since this trip I have adopted a new approach: No soap, no problem. For the last three days, all I did was drag a brush through my tangled hair once a day, brush my teeth and then call it a day. No shower, no face scrubbing, no moisturizing, nothing. It was liberating, yet also limiting: Just before we got home today I had to pop into our neighbourhood store, and I have to admit I was embarrassed at how I looked: clothes covered in dog hair (Lily is shedding something fierce), hair greasy, deep shadows under my eyes, three days unwashed. And wouldn't you know it, as soon as I stepped out of the car, I ran into someone I knew - it never fails.

As soon as I had finished my chores at home I hopped into the shower, did some major shaving and trimming, blow-dried my hair and decided then to take some pictures of freshly groomed me.

Being a girl ain't easy, boys!  

Dress: c/o eShakti; plaid shirt: Bluenotes (old; similar); shoes: Old Navy (currently out of stock; really cute alternative); pearl necklace: souvenir from Peru; scar on my leg: got burnt by a hot water bottle, which is to be expected with the daredevil-lifestyle I'm leading

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