no home in this world anymore

I am wearing high-waisted 90s jeans turned cutoffs, a thrifted shirt & turban, gifted necklace, target sandals, and vintage Dooney & Bourke purse. Backdrop courtesy of a messy garage.

"Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see 
This world is such a great and a funny place to be; 
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor, 
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore."
"I Ain't Got No Home in This World Anymore" by Woody Guthrie

I've been very inspired by Woody Guthrie's work in the past few months. What an absolutely fascinating man he was! I really admire the passion he had for his craft and the way he stopped at nothing to bring his message to everyone. Even though I'm not a song-writer or singer, his passion and perseverance is inspiring to anyone. 

I wanted to write something beautiful, something good, something true, but I've been bit by the summer bug and I just can't get the words from fingers to paper (maybe taking the AP English exam this morning has something to do with that?). I have some really thrilling prospects coming up soon (like an internship! eeeek!) that I'm super excited about, too...

But like I was saying: the summer bug. I've discovered of the hidden benefits of headscarves/turbans: disguising two day old hair, of course. It's also brought fresh strawberries and ice cream and that itchy feeling to get out and do something. Blame the latter on Woody Guthrie. And this book.