No, it's not the totally unrealistic, totally darling Cath Kidston teepee I had my heart set on...
No.
It's this beast:
The water-proof/weather-proof, 10-bazillion person, last-forever, Elliott poo-colored, smart person tent from Coleman. Sure, if you're into that whole practical/rational/normal thing. I'm not gonna lie... seeing the tent made this whole thing feel much more real, and I almost cried. ALMOST. But I am keeping it together, accepting it, and preparing myself for the inevitable. "Preparing" in this case - means outfits. Scoff all you want, Claassen family, outfitting myself is how I deal with difficult situations. Properly outfitted, I can be/do/accomplish/conquer ANYTHING. Even camping.
*gulp*
How I imagine camping-me will look...
Dudes! I have that expression MASTERED! Elliott even does a great impression of it:
And the boots... I will be wearing the boots. Not in green, in "Midnight Sparkle". Duh.
How camping-me will actually look:
1. Madewell fedora, with pheasant feather band
2. Vintage polka dot cotton shell tank
3. Charlotte Tarantola cardigan blazer
4. J Crew Tomboy shorts
5. H&M Leopard flats
Ok, don't laugh! This is how I do "outdoors-y", people (and yes, I fully acknowledge that this is ridiculous). But home is my happy place, and camping is like... the opposite of that. Kay, at Picking Daisies described it as follows: "...having to do all the things you regularly do daily, but under the worst of circumstances". Truth, Kay. Truth... Honestly though, I've found that putting these camping ensembles together is my niche! It might be my secret to embracing camping. I'd even venture to say that I'm teetering on enthusiasm! Ok, let's not go crazy, Coral - maybe uhhh... interest is a better word for it. Yeah.
Camping? Pfft... I got this. :)
*Next up... gear. I'm trying to convince myself that "gear" does not mean tent decor. I'm alllllmost there, Sahnzy! Looove youuu!
