Diamondback

Amusement parks don’t really do it for me anymore. I enjoy being dropped, twirled, and held upside down, but most coaster tracks are so rough and bumpy that I exit with an aching back and (possibly) loose teeth. When I make my once-a-year trek to King’s Island, I do it just to ride Diamondback. It’s nothing but smooth, terrifying hills. Shirt, Eddie Bauer (thrifted). Dress, Jams World (thrifted). Bag, Happy Cow. Tights, Urban Outfitters. Boots, Style & Co (thrifted). Sunglasses, Girl Props. Earrings, Green Mountain. Cuffs, Urban Outfitters and thrifted. Rings, heirloom and vintage. This little hip pouch is perfect for no-bags-allowed rides. I spin...