Well, it's July and summer decided to show up like whoa. Yesterday it was 91ºF. I was not prepared for that kind of heat, especially after just spending the weekend in the mountains wearing jackets and hiking past snow drifts. I spent most of the day in the lightest, breeziest dress I could find, but later in the evening I went out on a lady date with Kristina and decided a little black dress was manageable by 8 pm. Here in Washington most houses and businesses don't have AC, so escaping the heat takes some creativity. I think I drank my body weight in iced beverages today just to keep from passing out.
I've been having fun playing with more bodycon style dresses lately. They're a super easy way to feel instantly sexy and they look fancy without a lot of effort. I like these ones that are a little longer, more midi to maxi lengths. They feel more classy and less club-wear, despite being form fitting.
Do you guys have any fun plans for the 4th of July weekend? I don't have anything scheduled yet, but I'm sure we'll head over to a friend's house for a barbecue or something and enjoy the summer weather we're supposed to have over the weekend. This past weekend when we were camping we were sitting around the fire along the river and saw the most amazing, random fireworks show I've ever seen! Across the river there were a few houses on the bluff and on Saturday the 28th (is this some sort of firework-friendly holiday I'm not aware of?), and around 10:30 one of them started lighting off huge fireworks. Not just sporadically, like, there were so many going off that I was confused how they were even lighting them that fast. It went on for about 30-40 minutes and they weren't your cheap roadside fireworks either, they were huge, almost professional size fireworks. It must've been upwards of $10,000 worth of fireworks, so crazy! Apparently June 28th was a big day for someone or something!
Dusty wasn't a fan, though. She's started getting scared of loud popping noises like fireworks, so she probably won't be a fan of the 4th of July. The other dog at our campsite was also not excited about the onslaught of fireworks across the river, so we were on dog-comforting duty for a while before they calmed down. It's sad because you really can't tell them that everything really is fine and nothing is scary. Little Bit used to run up to my parents' room and hide under the bed at the first sign of fireworks and she wouldn't come out until the next day. Her little heart would beat so hard we swore that one year she'd just drop dead! Fireworks weren't actually the death of her, but she probably thought she was going to die every 4th of July and New Years. Thankfully those are about 6 months apart so she had time to recover!
