I adore storms. I love the sounds, I love the cool mist, I love how the air smells. I woke up early today to the sound of a building downpour since the overnight lows are finally reasonable enough to feel cool and comfortable enough to open windows. This summer was wildly hot and I sure don't mind being hot (I moved from Ohio where the winters are eternally depressing. And grey.) but the drought this year and a relatively inactive hurricane season left me craving rain. Slow drizzle all day and a few bursts of larger rainstorms washed away the crap of this last week and finally got me relaxed enough to start fresh.
Oh, and the oranges you ask? My boss is involved with this fabulous Folk Art environment called the Orange Show. The nonprofit that manages the site also takes care of The Beer Can House and the Art Car Parade, all of which are Houston institutions.
|Mosaic in the Orange Show|
|Dress: Thrifted...Button-down: Target...Sandals: via DSW...Necklaces: Gap|
See you all in the morning. I won't go into details and be a whiner, but last week was rough. I am looking forward to this next week being infinitely better. The rain helped.