'Murica

Blazer by Jaggar the Label; Custom Cons by Converse; Skirt by Alice Olivia; Crop by Cameo the Label; Clutch made by Tara Milk Tea
An old outfit post I've been meaning to get up here mashed up with a terrible verbal diary of my 4th July weekend. My camera decided to cark it over the last week and I've been cruising the world of low megapixel, terrible low-light performance happy snaps.
My boyfriend, a few of his friends and I drove up to Finger Lakes - correction, they drove, I had no part in the driving. This is not because I am a selfish useless sack of nothing (well, kind of) - I still don't have my license. The drive was about five hours and we ended up in this strange world where American flags are hung above every doorstep, people leave their doors unlocked 24/7 (I woke up at least twice on the first night terrified there would be a man in overalls with an axe standing by the foot of the bed), and where pancakes are served with bacon in a non-ironic hip way and they cost a total of $4.

I tried Wendy's for the first time. Wendy's in Australia is a combination of terrible ice cream, donuts, smoothies and hot dogs. Wendy's here is like McDonalds on crack. I bought a CUP of ice cream for $1. AND nuggets for $1. I'm not entirely sure how they make money because they were practically giving away food for free, and I can see why America has a weight problem because I had a problem stopping myself from engorging myself on $1 nuggets.

The other life changing food experience was having breakfast at a diner for the first time - I'm talking unlimited $1.50 cups of pour over drip coffee with half 'n' half, massive pancakes and servings of ham/bacon. For our actual 4th July celebrations, we cooked up burgers with a side of corn, put on a Spotify playlist of sweeping American anthems and had a bit of a BBQ in the fading afternoon sunlight. It was wonderful, and exactly what I imagine the 4th July in America is supposed to be like. The next two days were a combination of major lady boners for nature (Watkins Glen state park and Niagara Falls) and more terrible lip-smacking American feeds and long car rides.

Leaving NY for a few days made me forget that it existed and made me just a little homesick - the ride home really did feel like I was returning to Sydney. It was pretty fantastic to see nature again, it's almost as if living in this city has made me forget that there are places that aren't just rubbish bags, honking and strange smells emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular.