when there's a smile in your heart

I know this pretty much looks like a regular outfit I'd wear normally but I swear it was inspired by Tinkerbell lol. The white bow and the lace jacket reminded me a little of her wings, and this green was the closest I could get to her dress color (I always thought I had too many green dresses but once you take out all the mint ones there isn't much left, ha!)

I'm typing this post from my hotel room in Disney World! I was able to schedule Wendesday-Saturday from the plane but then we landed and I didn't get to finish up the rest of the posts until this morning :) I'm having such a nice time. We're really taking it easy and not rushing around the parks like we're usually inclined to do when vacationing here. And I'm eating so much food. SO much. When I get back I might need to write a post just about the food :)

Oh and yesterday I sat down near the pool and wrote out all of my postcards for my sweet and lovely orders, and then dropped them in the mailbox at the Magic Kingdom! So they're on their way!! I think there are still 9 coupon code uses left if anyone wants a postcard :) Details are in this post.

dress- h&m | lace jacket - vintage | shoes - c/o bait footwear

come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned

dress - modcloth

collar - luminia

faux kneehigh tights - UO

shoes - H&M

Lately I've been missing being a kid. I had a really great childhood, incredibly carefree and fun. As I got older and things started to change, I was never happy about it. Mother nature practically had to drag me into adulthood; screaming and wailing and holding on for dear life to my precious childhood. I can remember having regular conversations with my mom all throughout middle school, discussing how amazing it would be if Neverland was real.

I'm 24 now, and about to live on my own for the first time... and I still feel a lot like a kid. I don't know if it's just that right-brained people tend to live more creative lives, and keep reaching back into the crayons-and-coloring-books resources of our childhoods, but I still can't see myself as an adult. It constantly amazes me when I see people my age - or younger - who are engaged, married or giving birth to their second or third children already, when I still feel a sense of grown-up pride over doing my own laundry. Then again, I have a feeling that I'll be 80 and still looking out my window waiting for Peter Pan to come whisk me away in the night.

Do you want to comment, but have no idea what to say? Trust me, I've been there! So to make things a little easier, here is a question you can answer if you can't think of anything else to say! :)

Clap your hands if you believe in fairies!!! *clap clap clap*