When I was a kid I LOVED the 4th of July. I'm not always the most patriotic person. (I'm especially mad about some of the current goings on in our local government. Get it together NC) but I love the idea that our county was built upon. Also the 4th was a holiday that always meant time with Dad, and explosions. Usually at the same time. Dad would get his hands on a mini display of (il)legal fireworks, and we'd hang out in the back yard as he set them off. He'd set off the bottle rockets, roman candles, fire crackers, ans single shot mortars, all while Mom scolded us from the kitchen. Then we'd pull out the fountains and sparklers and Mom would come out and join us. All four of us would twirl around with tiny showers of star emitting from the wands in out hands. Sparklers never fail to make me smile. They are just a simple, nostalgic reminder of what it felt like to be tiny me.
Jacket: Thrifted
Tshirt: Thrifted
Skirt: Urban Outfitters
Shoes: Dolce Vita
Necklace: Corvidae
And now for the obligatory sparkler photos. (imagine fan fare playing on a brass orchestra)
Love this outfit. Hope you had a happy 4th!
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