Barely sleep I am in so much itchy agony from the mosquitos. Mr. Diabolina forces me to sleep in the mosquito tent. But that only makes me feel like a caged quarantined animal. ROAR.
And don't EVEN get me started about how curly my lion mane is in this picture. Trying to embrace my natural curls but jeez I look like the crazy lady in the attic from Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea (two of my all time fave books but still...)
As soon as it's light out, I head out to the pool for some sweet relief. Daisy Duke's joins me and we have a lovely meandering talk.
We discuss growing up and becoming women and gratitude and our bodies and openness and L.A.
It's the culmination of 4 days of getting to know each other and laughing at the boys and bonding. She is a sweet smart woman.
Feel so pleased to have crossed paths with her at such a pivotal memorable moment in my life. She is one of the lights in the darkness.
We wash up and dress up to enjoy our last breakfast. She sports the BEST dress of the trip. A strapless dream of a dress. A+
The color is my absolute fave of late. Alot like the pretty one everyone was yammering about on Angelina last week. Plus it's fitted (death to volume!) and shows her great waist off.
When Daisy Duke's is out of ear shot, Mr. Diabolina points out in a knowing whisper "And it has pockets too!" LOVE HIM. AND HER.
After breakfast, we hit the pool again. Mr. Diabolina sets the trap for the iguanas once again but no cigar.
Tres sad to leave but ready to face my new life back at home.
Besides I'm tired of being in the sun
and Mr. Diabolina always having to be in the shade ;)
Forever 21 white rosette bubble dress
Express silver sandals
Seriously, I was in so much discomfort today it's a miracle I pulled it together at all. The choker I bought from a friend of a friend and always bring it on vacation. Love the coral with a tan.
Specifically brought along this doily of a dress to show off the color I knew I'd have by the end of the trip. Up until a few years ago, I never used to burn. Apparently when old age settled in, I had to burn first to get any color. Dems the (geriatric) rules.
But not this time. I credit Daisy Duke's magical potion. It's called Maui Island Secret Browning Formula and she swears by it for years now. I know, I know - skin cancer isn't pretty and Latinos get it too and the sun ages you. But once every few years on vacation, it's nice to get toasty brown like a nut. Can't I have that one vice? Isn't everything killing us anyway? Sigh.
The rosettes at the neckline of this dress remind me of the one Tam Pham blogged about the Hills girls discussing. I bought this one - say it with me - TOO BIG. Should have gone down two whole sizes to a small. Ugh. Forever 21 sizing is BONKERS.
Feel like a bit of (brown) marshmellow in it. Also reminds me of my grandmother's lacy table runner when I was growing up. Doh!
But it's pretty and I like the subtle bubble. Mr. Diabolina read my first "Dear Diabolina" post and has since been very confused by the concept of a bubble dress. Or so he pretends to be. Any dress I wear he asks me if it's a bubble. Funny but ultimately annoying - his specialty.
Love how hot he looked in his linen button down. WE MATCHED YET AGAIN!!! Good lord he is a cutie. Danny B. teased him a bit about being an aristoCAT today in a collared shirt. Loves it!
p.s. Tell me, do you love or hate this doily of a dress on Gwynnie? I will reserve judgment until I hear from you. Although I gotta say that I am really digging her new hair and slightly less smug attitude of late.