Church on Sunday

We live in the bible belt. It's a strange place to be after growing up in agnostic, politically correct Washington D.C. Nearly every corner has a church of some denomination or other. And we're aren't just limited to Christianity. We are home to nearly as many mosques, synagogues, meeting houses and temples (the largest Hindu temple in the States is right down the road from us).

This afternoon we happened upon a neglected Baptist church just down the road from our 'rents new place. We stopped to take some pictures and to get upbraided by a passerby for not going to church on Sunday. I guess our outfits gave us away. Next time we'll wear hats.


No hat, but Cath's gladiators (Nine West) are pretty sweet.



To church, I inappropriately wore a pink bandeau and tank from American Apparel, some cutoffs and work boots from Target.

Edit: don't worry, dear readers, that is no cigarette in my hand- just my El Bar key chain turned sideways (therefore, no cancer, but my liver might have to worry).

LL