Country Roads, Take Me Home...(no seriously)

Hallelujah for my cousin Royar. A rainy weekend in West Virginia is a lot more fun when you have a partner in crime to watch movies (Water for Elephants), and shop with. While we didn't find many treasures at Gabriel Brothers, they did have an array of hipster/grandpa glasses that I couldn't resist trying on. (I swear when I interned at Seventeen all of the cute fashion interns wore them...) Royar made fun of me while I did my best hipster/emo impression(s):

Keepin' it real

The fact that I was wearing my granddad's rain jacket also helped my "cool" factor.

During our second or third lap around Gabe's, our conversation went something like this:

Royar: (whispering) Do you think they can tell we're not from West Virginia?

Me: (Giving her a Look of Disdain)

Royar: ....Yes?

Oh yes. But despite the abundance of permed hair and stonewashed cargo jeans (shudder), I had a great time. (The fact that my grandparents start cocktail hour at 5:00 on the dot every evening doesn't hurt, either.)

Did anyone else see Water for Elephants? Yes, Robert Pattinson looks much better when he's actually playing a human, and no, I haven't read the book. 

Happy Monday!