All I Wanna Do Is

Ext. Hilton Head Beach - Day

Waves crash against the shore behind her as she fights to keep her hat in place during a gust of wind.

This post is hard for me. Firstly, because I've been focusing all of my attention on Instagram (@tennesseeroseblog) and haven't been in here in a while, which I'm ashamed to admit even to myself. I hate having to come to terms with the fact I haven't been staying as organized as I need to be, or accomplishing all that I want. However, I also truly believe there is always room for improvement, and well, here is mine. Secondly, this post is difficult because it's a swimsuit one. It seems like every summer I find myself pushing "publish" on a swimsuit post already feeling as though it's been received poorly. In all fairness, if people can manage to find imperfections in the bodies of Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez, then what will they think of mine? Now, I workout regularly and eat pretty healthy, but I can't afford personal trainers or chefs like they can so, I'm obviously not going to have the same results either. Insecurities aside, I can never fully talk myself out of putting photos like this up. Several of my bathing suits are actually some of my favorite "outfits". It's so easy to capture that 50's-60's vibe that I love so much through just two pieces, which I particularly find amazing. I'd also like to point out that these particular bottoms are complete with ruffles - something that there just aren't enough of on grown up clothes these days...IMO. 

Credits:

Top: Aldo

Bottoms and Sunglasses: Asos

Hat: Target

He Can't See it in My Face but I'm About to Play My Ace

Int. Robar - Evening
She flattens her royal flush on the table, scans the expressions of the men who were finally about to have to pay for what they'd done, and outstretches her hand for the money. They respond with laughter and threats, saying they would never pay a woman for something like that. Their joking is interrupted by gun shots and her soft voice naming off each bullet and the person it was for. 6 names roll off her tongue, wives of the cheating men, friends that had disappeared, and lastly the husband they had taken from her. Blood seeps into the red carpets and curtains as she slides all of the money into her Gucci purse, lights a cigarette in her mouth, and exits.

 No, this is not a  scene from a Quentin Tarantino film...but I'd say I'm not far off. Blame it on my re-watching of Inglorious Bastards earlier this week, or  maybe blame it on this killer Pinup Girl Clothing dress, but a fierce female protagonist story is all I could think about creating. After happening across these pink poker chips online, I knew exactly where I wanted this to go. Also, in case you didn't notice, the poker chips say "All Flash No Cash" on them and really how cute is that?! I'm adopting that as some sort of motto of mine, I may not have racks on racks on racks, but I'm pretty good at trying to make a thrift store find look glamorous AF. Pretending to live glamorously is another talent of mine, and thanks to my friend Danni introducing me to Robar, a midcentury themed bar in town, I've been doing a lot more of that lately. That is not a joke, ever since snapping these photos there, I've already been back twice. They have chocolate covered strawberries, are in walking distance from my apartment, and I feel like I'm on a set for Mad Men when I'm there, so why would I not try to go as often as possible?!  Pro-tip: wear a full skirted Pinup Girl Clothing dress, leopard heels, and red lipstick for the ultimate experience. Plus, you'll just look like really awesome.

Credits:

Dress: c/o Pinup Girl Clothing

Shoes: DSW

Poker chips: Rosehound Apparel

Sunglasses: Asos

*Big thank you to Danni and Meg for helping me with these photos and preventing me from awkwardly dragging my tripod in there*