**spOoKy vibes**
It’s not even a spooky outfit here – I left my glittery spider tights and my ghost socks at home – but it was a spooky day.
What made it spooky, you ask? I took a Greyhound from South Bend to Dayton, Ohio, and that was quite creepy. Not necessarily the worst experience of my life, but um…far from great.
I’m no stranger to public transport, but I’m no connoisseur either – I am, you’ll remember, from Kentucky, and we don’t exactly have any subways or trains here. Plenty of horses, but sadly, you can’t just hop onto one of those and ride off to the mall.
Thus, pretty much all of the transport you do in KY is by car, which, for me, a car-less individual who is a pretty lousy driver at any rate, is far from ideal. I do believe Lexington has a public bus system, but I’ve yet to meet anyone who’s actually used it. 
The entirety of my experience riding public buses comes from the school bus, which I suffered on regularly from age 11 to age 17, a bus or two from North Jersey into NYC, and a tour bus in Beijing. A Greyhound was an entirely new experience for me – all I’d heard about them came from Billy Joel’s lyric “taking a Greyhound / on the Hudson River Line” in “New York State of Mind,” and the La La Land lyric “I left him at a Greyhound station / west of Santa Fe” from “Another Day of Sun.”
And how was the experience? Ehhhh…it might have been better if the driver weren’t the rudest person I’d met in my life (though I can’t blame him, a job as a Greyhound driver must suck), and if I’d not sat next to an extremely obese woman for the first leg of the journey (though I can’t blame her either, it’s not her fault I chose to sit next her), but all in all – it was alright. I napped. I watched Treehouse of Horror episodes. I looked at memes on Twitter. It was pretty dull and the only sketchy thing that happened was that one time that the bus driver threatened to kick this one guy off the bus for…reasons? I don’t really know actually; I was pretty engrossed in Treehouse of Horror VI.
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Jacket sweater shrug thing: Forever21
Top: H&M
Bralette: Aerie
Jeans; Abercrombie














Now, I’ve experienced rain before, don’t get me wrong, It probably rains every afternoon in early June in Kentucky. But in Kentucky, the rain falls down, upon your head. In Northern Indiana, the rain falls sideways, into your face.
(Ironically, of course, it’s not raining at all in these photos – it had stopped by the time I was doing these. In fact, it was heating up a bit, and I just really wanted to take my raincoat off.)
The whole “rain in your face” thing, of course, is due to the wind we get here – we are only about an hour way from the Windy City. I don’t mind a breeze, especially at this time of year, when things are only just beginning to cool off, but it scares me for the winter – a bitter cold wind is one of the worst things that can hit you when it’s 20 degrees out, and I’m certain we’re going to have a lot of 20 degree days here.
The prospect of rain, however, doesn’t scare me in the least. I love the rain, and I have since I was a kid! I have two rain coats, two pairs of rain boots, a rain hat, and an umbrella (that I left at home…), so I’m always prepared with a fashionable outfit for a storm.
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