I love summer. I don't think I'm genetically engineered to thrive in warm weather (my family tends to be fair-skinned and a tad sweaty), but I hate to be cold all winter long, so summer is my favorite. There are just a few problems.
Spring/Summer in Nebraska means tornado season. It seems that most people who grow up in Tornado Alley develop some immunity to tornado warnings and hang out on the front porch looking for storms. Despite spending most of my life in Kansas, I am not one of these people. You'll find me cowering in the basement.
It's finally light in the evenings, so I can take outfit pictures when I get home (yay!), but my neighbor is ALWAYS doing yard work. Like every day. I'm terrified he will ask me what I'm doing, so I have to be stealthy. After sneaking outside to take pics, I heard his mower getting louder, so I rushed back inside. Then I realized that if his wife was in her kitchen, she probably saw me. They have to think I'm a total weirdo. They may be right.
Shoes: Old Navy