WhatIWore: Gooooood morning! After days and days (and days!) of heavy rain, we had a brief window of sunshine this morning. I skipped downstairs and told Adam - I’m drinking this coffee and then I’m getting dressed and we’re doing outfit photos! Trust me, I’ve been lacking that level of motivation for the past six plus months.
I played around with a lot of different pieces and in the end settled with this. I’ll be real, it’s not my favorite outfit of all time, but i feel like I gave it a good go. All day long I thought maybe the shirt was too small in the sleeves when I realized - derp! - I still had the tags on and they got caught in the armhole. I do really like how these booties look with the cropped denim and I think I’ll probably wear this combo a lot in the next week or so as the temps stay cool. Not sure this jacket works with my blonde hair (I had it on top of my ‘sell’ pile and grabbed it on the way out), but it was a good breather from my normal olive utility style.
Oh! Oh yea! My neckerchief is new! It’s one of the pieces I bought at Keystone (AKA, snobbiest mall ever)… the Madewell store was fine tho…
When: May 1, 2017
Shades: Karen Walker ‘Super Duper’
Neck Scarf: Madewell
Button Up: Target
Khaki Field Jacket: Old Navy (last year but similar here)
Jeans: Pointe Sur for J.Crew (leas year)
Booties: Clarks (gift of Zappos from last year)
Where: Errands with the Kiddos
Ok, so this might sound so weird, but I feel like the less I strive for conventional attractiveness (whatever that is), the more confident I feel in myself. I think it’s because with age I’m associating more of my worth with the woman I am on the inside and less and less with my appearance (or strangers’ acceptance of it). Deep. I know. I used to be so terrified of posting a less than perfect picture online and now… well, now I celebrate my real life. The hair out of place, the outfit that I love and isn’t as figure flattering as it could be, the meh hair day or the wrong shoes with that top. Cause baby, it’s not worth the headache to live up to someone else’s version of perfect. And if your own bar is set so high that you shudder at the thought of falling short, it’s time for a little grace.