T-shirt: from my friend Leah’s free pile — Skirt: made by me — Sandals: Birkenstocks — Locket: my grandmother’s — Bracelet: gift from my mom (made by one of her friends) — Ring: vintage — Earrings: World Market
So this was day two of my friend Jessica staying the weekend, and we decided after going out for lunch to tool on over to the university where I work and take some super-exciting outfit pictures. It’s not hard for outfits to look at least 40% cooler and classier when seen on campus; it’s variously described as the 4th, 5th, and 31st most beautiful college campus in the United States, and you bet your boots they use the most flattering factoid in the list during tours. It’s even been used as a movie set. I look forward to exploring the campus more after work and on off days, while simultaneously hoping I don’t accidentally out myself to my coworkers.
Fortunately for me, during the summer (and especially on a Sunday) there are very few students or staff around to catch me gettin’ down with my bad self in front of Mike and Jessica, and as a result, we tried lots of fun and crazy things and ended up with a ton of pictures that make me happy.
This is the second outfit I’m wearing for the Dress Your Best Week challenge, and it may not be immediately obvious what body part I’m giving some love. I’ll give you a hint: it’s my hands. My hands are so good to me. They help me do so many simple things that I don’t even think about, and they also help me do the things I love, like cook and read and write. My hands helped me make this skirt seven or eight years ago. (Come to that, my mom’s hands helped me make it too.)
I’ve worn it a thousand times since I originally made it for my very first renfaire costume, because it’s long and swishy and feels like wearing pajamas, and I get a compliment on it nearly every time I wear it out of the house. Normally I pair it with a casual black t-shirt, but today I pulled this light-blue t-shirt from the pile because I decided the swirls made the two pieces conceptual cousins.
Just for fun, I really loaded the jewelry on–comparatively speaking. This bracelet, made out of Mexican pesos by one of my mom’s friends some years ago, is a little heavy and unwieldy and not so good for the office, but a lot of fun for wearing out to lunch and dinner and for a little photoshoot.
My glasses-less-ness in these pictures wasn’t intentional. I simply couldn’t find them. This happens frequently, as I am prone to coming home and immediately casting all bags, purses, and other unnecessary items off of my person with great enthusiasm and force, such that my glasses end up on top of the refrigerator and the tupperware from my lunch hides behind the couch for a week. This is a fault in my person that I despair of ever correcting.
Jessica asked me to swish my head back and forth so she could try to get some good pictures of these tassel earrings flying in my homemade wind. It gave me a heck of a headache, but the pictures were worth it!
The locket belonged to my grandmother; I’m not sure if the letter inscribed is an F or an A, as her name was Frances Armstrong. I like that it can be either, though, and I make it an A when I wear it for me.
This is a first for me: jumping pictures! I need a whole heck of a lot of practice at not making dismayed faces while in the air, but I finally pasted a smile on my kisser and readied for takeoff.
Like I said, my hands are good to me. They put up with a lot, between my nervous tendencies to pick and pull at the cuticles and using a non-ergonomic workstation for hours of endless computing. I plan to pamper them this week with extra lotion between washings, and maybe a little fingernail polish. You go, hands! I’ve really got to hand it to them. [cue all our ones of readers immediately unsubscribing due to excessive poorness of pun]