I made them into a dream spider

Here's me posing in the corner of the deck/outside entrance of my apartment building, with sane looking hair and clothing:

And here's me trying to take pictures out in the open:

I may look like I'm twirling about, but I assure you I am not. The last one is my favorite, it's looks like I'm wearing a bustle in the front of my skirt. I've been contemplating a major, MAJOR haircut (though not until after Joe and I get married), but days like this remind me of how much more difficult super short hair can me on windy days. I chopped everything off down to about half an inch once in high school, and the awkward growing out phases means a lot of time in the "too short too put in a ponytail, long enough to blow around in front of my face every day of my life" zone.

American Rag cardigan, thrifted Anne Taylor top, Goodwill dress, Delias tights from Joe, Rampage heels