June 19, 2015

Pocinhontas

I fall for anything that brings out the flower child in me. 30% of my closet is occupied by gypsy pieces that live in more than they should. As much as I love them, I find it less appropriate to dress like I was going to a festival; especially on weekdays or more so at work. During a recent trip to Lake Toba, the chance finally arrived for me to wear this flow-y maxi skirt. We rented a bike, rode around the lake and up the hill till we got lost, and returned with a tan we didn’t plan. It is good to feel like Pocahontas once again, or rather, Pocinhontas, that I am . . .