Ozzy Was Here

I came across this cluster of crosses on a cold run this past February. Alone at the time, and with dusk drawing near, I didn't stop to poke around (while the local cemeteries are some of my favorite routes to run, I manage to creep myself out big time -- it makes me move just a little faster.) Maybe I'm casting myself as a stereotype to only return with a man, but whatever, I knew Chris would appreciate the location. And the crappy "Ozzy" graffiti. This particular section stood out because it's just crosses situated at the crest of a hill, while most of the surrounding markers are low and small, these just tower over everything.

I've found running to be one of the best ways to acclimate to a new city/neighborhood. While my walking routes are pretty standard (the grocery store, library, coffee shop), running has allowed me to explore streets and roads I may not otherwise have a reason to go down. I've been (attempting) to step up my run game lately, with a goal of cancelling my gym membership. After a day of staring at a computer, I've been craving that time to just unplug and reconnect with the world. It doesn't hurt that Pittsburgh is the most beautiful place ever this time of year.

About my outfit: I grabbed this dress at an recent estate sale a couple of months ago, the pattern stood out to me, but once I got it home and on my body it was the ugliest dress. Like, a maxi-drop-waist-peplum-exposed-pocket catastrophe. After hacking off the bottom and cuffing the arms, it became actually kind of pretty. I accentuated the drop-waist with this vintage chain hip-belt I picked up at another estate sale. Sometimes all you need are scissors. The exposed pockets still confound.

Also, my husband is a total babe and can grow a beard like no other. Damn.

Wearing: Dress, Jacket, Belt: Vintage via Estate Sales // Bracelet: Vintage // Necklace c/o Seahag & Walrus // Boots c/o Shoemint