Shirt and skirt: Leah’s free pile — Socks: Sock Dreams (Heather Bobby Socklings in Pink) — Shoes: Payless — Earrings: Target — Bangle: Solano Stroll
Pastels! Springy! They make me feel like ice cream or very tasteful wedding decor!
I’m much more comfortable wearing them than I used to be, though, and I actually really like the colors here a lot.
Maybe because in my mind they read as “dusty” rather than “pastel”?
It’s a weird place, my mind. Right now it wants to go home and bake banana bread.
Top: Gift — Skirt: Thrifted (Target) — Flats: 6pm.com (Frye) — Necklace and earrings: World Market — Ring: Target
I almost didn’t include this from-the-side view in today’s post; it’s not the most “flattering,” and some days I just want to put up outfit pictures without digging heavily into my relationship with my own body and the media’s depiction of what an acceptable body looks like.
But more and more lately, when I feel uncertain about something for similar reasons, that uncertainty tends to morph into grumpiness, and contrariness, and “why-SHOULDN’T-I-post-this-wonky-picture”-ness, so here we are.
I like my shape.
This is what I look like.
Here I am.
And so forth.
And maybe nobody would have even thought it was wonky if I hadn’t said anything, but too late now! That’s okay, though–it’s not like you all thought I was a bastion of self-confidence before today, anyhow.
Dress: Multiple Threads — Sandals: Dansko — Camisole: Old Navy — Earrings: World Market — Bracelet: Thrifted
With my trip to Austria and Slovenia rapidly approaching, I have the good sense to start getting properly terrified while I scramble around, trying to get ready.
Are any of us ever REALLY ready for international, overseas trips? Well, yes, I’m sure many of us are, but I don’t think readiness for anything is within my wheelhouse.
I took it upon myself to run some errands on Saturday–you know, picking up things I’ll need (toothpaste) and things that make me feel better (new underwear).
Giraffe dress came along to help me feel a little less panicky about the whole thing. Thanks, giraffe dress!
Of course, I forgot some things, so I’ll need to make a second trip before I leave next Thursday morning (!!!). By the way, if anybody has any quality recommendations for the Toronto Airport, we’ve got a layover there for a couple of hours–it’ll be nice to see you again from inside the big windows, Canada!
Dress and bracelet: Thrifted — Sandals: 6pm.com (Dansko) — Socks: Sock Dreams (Bastia Comfort Top Crew in Sage) — Earrings: Hand-me-down — Ring: Nervous System
I have something to confess: sometime last year I referred to these Danskos as vegan leather, and I think I was mistaken in that assessment.
They’re no longer available on 6pm.com where I got them, so I can’t reference the exact listing, but I think where I got tripped up is that some listings on other websites refer to them as “veg tan leather.” Not being a leather aficionada myself, I assumed that meant that the leather itself was vegetarian or vegan–AKA fake leather. After a tiny smidgen of research today, though, apparently vegetable-tanning is one method of tanning animal leathers, which are decidedly not vegan.
Who knew! (Not me, obviously.)
So I’m sorry if I led any of you folks astray with my misunderstanding. Dietary and material restrictions can be tricky enough without misinformation being spread around! This bracelet is also leather, by the way–presumably animal. I got it at the thrift store, so the details are a little up in the air. If anyone out there happens to be postcognitive, let me know!
Dress: eShakti — Vest, flats, and bangle: Thrifted — Earrings: Gift
I was on the fence about whether I liked this outfit enough to post it–it just doesn’t strike me as very exciting–but I got a couple nice compliments about it over the course of the day, so up it goes!
I’ll admit, I’m very susceptible to flattery. If you have a style blog, how do you decide which outfits to post and which ones to skip?
Shirt, pants, and bangle: Thrifted — Shoes: eBay (Eleanor Grosch for Keds) — Earrings: Fab (Tiklari)
These pants need to be hemmed just the tiniest little itty bit, which of course ensures that I will never do it, ever-ever.
My priorities run more in the direction of wasting time on Twitter and watching back episodes of Murder, She Wrote.
(You may think I’m joking about that last one, but I’m really not. It’s quality cleaning-the-kitchen fare, and Jessica Fletcher’s sweaters are amazing.)
What would you rather do than hem pants? Unless you actually do like hemming pants, in which case–congratulations! Hemming is its own reward.