I’ll admit I’ve felt a little uninspired lately; perhaps I’m channeling too much passion towards my new cat Bug. Unfortunately my wardrobe doesn’t cuddle me back when I pay attention to it so it’s a battle hard fought to feel half-decent these days.
However, when three women tell me I look comfy within the first hour of work, I have no choice but to throw my insecurities to the wind. Noted comfiness is in many ways my ultimate compliment.
hat – asos (old) / watch – casio
This outfit didn’t came together by way of a creative vision as much as a chain reaction of my emotional/physiological needs (I blame week 4!). My first thought was that I wanted to wear my new shoes from Asos and the second was that I needed to wear cropped jeans to show them off. After that, any intentionality bascially tapered off.
My third thought was disdain for the pounding in my head and the sleep eagerly waiting to overtake my eyes (sorry, sleep, you’re going to have to wait approximately 16 more hours). Of course my fatigue informed my sweater – the largest one I have in my closet, no contest. And my final thought came as I surveyed my locks in the mirror and concluded they resembled a janitor’s mop. The old hat was brought in to cover my messy scalp and the silk scarf to disguise (and ultimately exacerbate) the rat’s nest subtly forming at the nape of my neck.
Thus, my tired woman’s guide to dressing in San Francisco: the only place where it’s appropriate to wear a sweater, scarf, and hat with summer sandals.
I call this a beige blowout, which reminds me of something I mentioned in my very first blog post on The Similarish.
Screw a skinny jean. Or don’t screw a skinny jean but at least pair it with a weird sandal and a grossly oversized button-down, all in the exact same shade of beige.
Hey! I’m almost there and I’m not even wearing skinny jeans.
Shifting our graze north to my stony-eyed expression: can you tell I’ve sacrificed many consecutive nights of sleep in favor of petting my purring kitten out of a desperate fear that he won’t love me if I don’t?
Because I can. And while we’re on the topic of my face: a formal presentation of my first official wrinkle, which is smack dab in the middle of my eye brows a la Harry Potter’s lightening bolt scar (which I’ll remind you was ultimately a symbol of love and bravery).
Hope you like it as much as I do!