and I (the lookbook trio) went on a little adventure to Santa Monica. It took us a century to get there because we somehow managed to get lost. We got some cuban fries at this little restaurant and had a dandy time at the beach until a STUPID BEE STUNG ME WHILE I WAS JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS. It was really tragic I swear. haha Peter got the stinger out for me (how noble) and sympathized, while Maddison laughed her head off and took pictures of me. She really does love me I swear.