Bridgeport

Beefy and I spent the weekend in a town of 575 persons. I realized just how few people that is when I walked into a bar Saturday night and got a stare from every local in the place. I must admit: no one else had pink hair.


Shirt, Disney. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Boots, Forever 21 (gift). Sunglasses, Target. Earrings and bag, vintage.



A few stares were worth they enjoyment of a late September evening in the eastern Sierra.