saturday farmer's market
overalls: thrifted Levi's, wife beater: Hanes, cardigan: Old Navy, shoes: Converse, sunglasses: vintage YSL, purse: NYC boutique...can't remember
I love going to the farmers market. It's just one of those optimistic places that lifts my spirits. Not that I was down or anything, but I was definitely feeling last night's toxins. Anything to distract the temple pound is a good thing. Me and my girl, Hilary many of my photos courtesy of her, rolled thru to pick up some veggies for the week and a humble bbq. Selection is kind of slim this time of the year, but I was able to find some yummy beets, chard, satsumas, cauliflower & radishes.
We headed back to the house and made a feast: mini corndogs made by hil, sooo good, bbq chicken, beet orange salad, cauliflower ... etc ... and we capped it off with a backyard fire. It was a good day.
sweet dreams y'all,