I can’t believe I’m writing this post, but I’m laughing at my own ridiculousness, and since Boh can’t really appreciate it, I’m sharing it with you. Do you guys read Kendi Everyday? Because I do. And while I do not have my finger on the pulse of fashion, there’s a lot that I enjoy about her style and tone. She makes me want to be better at walking in tall shoes. (Also, I love her collection of fabulous, big bags.) I might have put on a gazillion (okay, three) different outfits on Sunday. Partly, it was the need to feel pretty. Partly, it was the need to get myself into a zone of productivity. I might have snapped some pictures of these possibilities, so please, laugh along with me at the crazy things that are sometimes necessary to get oneself out of the house.
Yup, I put on heels. I might have worn them while I made my oatmeal. I feel like I should wear these more, if only to justify the expense. (I bought them to be in a wedding in March.)
Here’s the rest of the outfit. Button-down shirts are a tried-and-true strategy for getting work done. Apologies if this is way too much information.
Here’s what I actually left the house in: a dress I rarely wear because I feel a little self-conscious in it. The neckline is low, and the blousy, elastic waist means that sometimes I worry it is too short (once I start moving around). This is a style I have never, ever, in a million years thought worked on my frame. But the dress was discounted by something like 80%, so I added it to my shopping cart in December. I wore it on Christmas Day with leggings, boots, and a long black cardigan. I think I love it this way. I felt super stylish as I picked up a book at the library (it was going to be reshelved, so I had to head to campus on Sunday), and then forced myself to do a few hours worth of work at a coffee shop.
Forgive the dark and grainy quality of this picture. This is the reason I decided to write this post. Because I also wore this on Sunday. Not intentionally. First, I had shorts and a shirt on. And then I felt chilled — it wasn’t quite cold out, but it had been raining all day. So I put on my favorite fleece. And then my feet were cold. So I reached for the Uggs that I often pull on while making the coffee on cool mornings. And then I caught a glimpse of myself (and my ridiculous outfit) in the mirror, and decided that this too needed to be documented.
Sometimes this rooster is very silly. Aren’t you glad this isn’t a fashion blog?! Happy Tuesday, folks. More knitting content soon. I promise.