And yet, I've been meaning for months to do a more regular fashion-esque bit, because, once you parse out all of the stupid crap around stereotypical fashion blogs, (which that does NOT include the lovely ladies with whom I've participated in link ups and challenges prior -- I'm talking more the super unreasonably priced, seemingly un-self-aware ones) when you're in a place like the one I'm in, you sometimes kind of find yourself in your literal closet.
At least I have.
Over the last three or four years, I think I've really gotten a good grasp on how I like to present myself. And in my newish singledom, it's been really interesting to see how that plays out in the real world, outside of the cocoon of perceived safety that was marriage.
I'm not really sure when I stopped giving a flying fuck about what other people thought about my appearance, but it was one of the greatest choices I've ever made.
So. I guess I'd like to open the floor up to talk about my moments of sartorial pride, if you'll grant me the indulgence.
I mean, I know this isn't the first time I've blogged about the clothes on my body. But I guess this is the first time I intend to make it A Thing that is discussed here with some regularity, I guess. I don't know, I'm open to suggestions about how to go about this.
I pretty much just really dug how I pulled myself together this past Friday. And finally got my shit together enough when the sun was still out and the kids would grant me a couple of moments of peace to actually do something to capture it.
And I have this nice camera I've really done barely anything with since Christmukkah ... so why not take the feminist selfies a step further?
Pro tip: if you truly want to get comfortable in your own skin, a 365 selfie photo challenge is a great way to do it. Having to look at yourself every(ish) day for a whole year makes you way more comfortable catching your own gaze in mirrors and certainly lets you start to see yourself as more than just your apparent flaws. Even when it frustrates the hell out of you that you can't remember how to edit out some of those flaws in Photoshop and you're too tired to look it up and sloppily relearn it, at least tonight.
I'm also going to need a remote for my camera. Because as fun as it was to run back and forth from my camera with the timer on and the rapid shot setting ... yeah I almost wiped out in some mud by the raised garden beds. That'd have ruined things a bit.
So yeah. I'm coming to grips with the woman I've become in this third decade of my life, the femme lady with the tomboy inner child. It's been an adventure, and it's far from over. And how I present myself, how I look, is a big part of that.
I don't hate what I see in the mirror hardly at all anymore. I don't worry about what people might say if I'm seen in public (unless it's street harassment, then I'll kindly tell you to STFU loudly and blatantly because fuck you I have every right to walk around this world looking as I so choose without having to face ridicule or propositions or, frankly, fear. So learn some fucking manners and back the fuck off, kthnxbai) or really much about the whispers and side eyes I do catch out in the wild. I like how I look. I've been graced with some good genes and I find fashion and makeup fun and liberating and are as much a part of who I am and how I communicate that with the world as these very words.
Bicycle print fit & flare dress: Iska London (via Zulily)
Polka dot cardigan: Target
White faux leather perforated belt: H&M
Suede star print ballet flats: TOMS (via Zulily)
Sunglasses: Kate Spade (via Nordstrom Rack)
Star necklace & earrings: H&M
Bangle bracelets: MantraBands
Chevron ring: Vince Camuto (Via TJMaxx)
Not that all the words will now be about the clothes I wear out of the house ... but I just want it on the table more than occasionally, I guess. And please, if there's things of this nature you want to see from me or ask me about or whatever, DO IT. Let's steer this mermaid-encrusted ship together, lovelies.
PS -- solid shout out to Leah at Morning Ink for (a) her incredibly cute style and (b) unknowingly inspiring me to finally tackle this idea head on. I'm not sure how we stumbled upon each other on IG, but lady has some solid fashion sense, is super pretty, and is trying to make sure ALL women are represented in fashion blogging. My kind of girl.