Another vacay day, another experiment in the mini-remix of traveling light.
Today I embark on the adventure of car-shopping. I haven’t owned my own vehicle since I was eighteen years old (and then it was my mom’s old 1992 Geo Prism. Sigh. Rest in peace, Victoria.) And while I haven’t needed one in Chicago, aside from the occasional Zipcar, all sources say that San Diego? requires wheels. So off I go, into the Midwestern blue wonder, driving Mom’s car*, in search of my own . . .
( . . . why yes, my dad was in the Air Force, however can you tell?)
*Which is no longer a white Geo Prism, but a champagne-colored Mini. Excellent for cornering. And bank robberies.
- Dress: Day 129, 115
- Blouse: Day 110, 109
- Belt: Day 144
- Sandals: Days 163, 162, 161, 160, 159, 143, 140, 139, 138, 136, 118, 11