Outdoorsy

I have a hard time getting people to believe I’m outdoorsy. I don’t mind sitting in the dirt, sleeping under the stars, or going without hot water. I’m not Revenant level hard core, but I suppose I could eat a freshly caught fish, raw, if I had to. (The scene where Hugh Glass sucked marrow out of the bones of an old carcass was a little nauseating.) Plaid shirt, Salt Valley (consignment). Tee and skirt, Mossimo. Tights, We Love Colors. Leg warmers, Apostrophe. Boots, Dan Post. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, vintage. I found an owl tree in our neighborhood this morning and Beefy and I returned (after...