Water for My Sole.

This morning was as typical as any morning, I woke up, took a shower, and struggled to find an outfit that satisfied my mood. As usual, I threw on a few different outfits and finally I reverted back to my original idea. I debated between boots and flats, I knew it was raining a little bit, but I had no idea just how hard it was raining. Something was tugging at me to opt for my boots, but I chose the flats.



I walked out of the house, somewhat in a rush to get to my destination point when to my dismay, I stepped into a camouflaged puddle of 20 degree rain water that was cleverly disguised in dead leaves and debris. My heart died and my foot sank. And the only thing that groaned out of my mouth was a solid, "EFFFFFFFF." Not even a millimeter of my right foot was dry, every area of my shoe was dancing in water and I swear I even saw frost form on my foot. I quickly ran inside, slipped my boots on, looked in the mirror, and giggled at myself. It's typical for something like that to happen to me. I swear it doesn't even phase me anymore.

Note to self: Go with gut instinct.

Side Note: I am so stoked, I bought a pair of RVCA black denim pants for $20 (Retail $88). My friend convinced me to go inside a Pacsun (I haven't shopped at Pacsun in over 5-6 years) and I spotted the denim from 30 feet away. I had been wanting a pair like this. A bargain is a beautiful thing.