Daily Wear: Wrong Side of the Tracks

I had another kind of Blah weekend and I guess it's my own fault. I'm usually pretty crabby during the week because of stuff at work but I try to make my personal time relaxing and special. But lately that week day crabbiness has been slipping into my 'real' life and I shouldn't let it affect me so.

Saturday morning I got up early and went to a million flea markets and yard sales and bought a couple things but nothing super special. and of course it kept threatening rain all weekend, always drizzling, blah londonseattlePITTSBURGH weather. And it seemed like the whole weekend was a pointless low volume struggle. Plans were made and canceled. Unexpected guests pop by when the sink is full of dishes. And the simplest of chores, installing a bedroom door, took forever and ever. Not to mention that my washing machine broke and I spent 5 hours Friday night at a friends and her dryer didn't work quite right and in the end I had to leave in the dark with my wet clothes still spinning around fruitlessly.

So yesterday, I hopped on my bike again and tried to pedal away my frustrations and luckily it didn't start to rain.



But then I only took a few pictures and before I could really set up a shot of myself, my camera's battery died. So I just have a few poor test shots. I took by bike down by the river again, this time exploring the train tracks and old industrial buildings.



I can't quite figure out if these buildings are still in use. It's such a quiet neighborhood and they're everywhere. But they have no trespassing signs and don't look too poorly looked after. I think a couple have been converted to lofts or studios or whatever it is they do in New York.



I tried not to go anywhere that really looked unwelcoming to curiosity seekers, but I can't imagine that it is too legal to play on train tracks and surrounding environs. I really love trains. I've always have. And I've never even been on one. Maybe it's the vagabond/ beatnik in me, that seeks escape and adventure. I find the sound of a train to be one of the most relaxing.



I returned home sweating and filthy. And so at peace. I'm imaginary planning a pretend trip, by rail, through Eastern Europe. My fake stops include Croatia, Lithuania, Romania, Hungary, Poland, and Ukraine. Someday...





Outfit details: Pink floral sundress; pink heels