I met two of my best girlfriends at Applebee's (yay!) wearing this outfit. After I walked in, got funny looks, sat and ordered an L.I.T., my friend Emilee said, "I could tell it was you because of your clothes before I could even see your face!" haha...
As much as I take that as a compliment, I'm starting to worry a bit about my outfits/mindset. They're getting, as Alice said, 'curiouser and curiouser,' further away from the elegant-chic look I truly respect and want. I feel like I've been taking things out of my closet and putting them on to get a reaction, not to celebrate my style. And the whole point of this is supposed to be: "It's not about them; it's about me." (<---Everyone needs a place where they can do/think/feel that, right?)
Ever notice how, when you really want someone's approval and try really hard to get it, you end up trying waaaay too hard and just being weird around them, and they end up being the only person whose approval you simply cannot get? Well, that's kinda what I've been doing with fashion. and dressing. and Lookbook.
Basically, I need to stop caring if people "hype" my looks on Lookbook ('cuz what's that really worth, anyway?), and just start dressing for myself.
I need to stop caring if my outfit will/will not photograph well, 'cuz that's not what it's about.
I need to wear little dresses and pretty shoes and pearls and hats--because that's the essence of ME--and stop caring if it's "impressive," stop trying too hard,
because when you force fashion, you look like a fool.
Not saying I looked like a fool this day, though. :) At least, I hope not!
|Finally! A photo where you can see the actual shade of my favorite candy-pink lipstick (which I wear often, but my camera never picks up ['cuz it's not a very good camera]).|
|Love this top...And LOOK! I'm wearing two skirts!|
Hat: ? || Top: Express || Tan Skirt: Charlotte Russe || White Skirt (underneath): Forever 21 || Socks: Target || Shoes: thrifted || Pearls (on wrist): Forever 21 & gifted || Pearl Necklace: thrifted || Bangles: thrifted