{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Music of the Sun &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"FCkATXRPW3\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/rihanna-music-of-the-sun\/\">Music of the Sun<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/rihanna-music-of-the-sun\/embed\/#?secret=FCkATXRPW3\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Music of the Sun&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"FCkATXRPW3\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"When you have parents who grew up on an island and are a perpetual sun worshipper yourself, it\u2019s almost impossible not to dread the inevitable end of summer to come. I suppose, then, that Mother Nature was kind to my heart this year: we had all of two\u00a0real weeks of summer\u2014hot, sunny, sweaty days that begged to be spent in nothing more than a Brazilian bikini\u2014and the rest of &#8220;summer&#8221; was more like previous Septembers. Just sunny and warm enough for shorts, but required a light leather jacket starting 7 p.m. She\u2014Mother Nature, Universe, whomever\/whatever you wish to call her\/that\/it\u2014et me down easy. Still. I can&#8217;t believe it&#8217;s already September. Eight days in and I&#8217;m already reaching habitually for my beloved high-waist jeans. Eight days in and I&#8217;ve yet to leave the house without a travel mug of hot tea (I&#8217;m on a coffee cleanse) or leather jacket\u00a0du jour. Eight days in and I&#8217;m already autumned-up. Three months of summer vacation and I went to the beach a grand total of\u00a0two times. I live on the Jersey shore, for goodness&#8217; sake! What excuse to I have? Sure, I have the same (if not more) insecurities as any other girl when&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/abitcoquettish.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/09\/rihanna.png"}