The Brave One

This was a brave outfit for me. You know, to just wear around for the day. I wasn't going anywhere, or seeing anyone, or doing anything particular. In my pre-blog life such a day would have called for some combination of jeans/yoga pants, long-sleeved cotton shirt in black or brown/sweater in black or brown, and clogs/sneakers. Maybe a scarf. You get the picture.

But now we've got this blog, and so I'm trying to stay off the sauce of daily gym clothes since I don't go to the gym. I'm trying to be brave, and wear things I usually wouldn't have. Try to dust off some of those clothes I've bought, hung, and never touched again. And this outfit is a good example.

I bought this sweater at a trunk sale in Philadelphia. It's light and delicate and sort of strangely shapeless. I've never figured out what to do with it, but I always look fondly on it in my closet (while it glowers back at me and says WEAR ME, YOU SPINELESS BASTARD). Anyway, so I'm into belted sweaters right now (see earlier post) and thought that might work. So with naked kids running around me bellowing for breakfast I pulled this together and felt pretty damn good about it. Curbed my itching desire to put something else on. Stoked the faltering coals of my courage and tried to ignore the "you look stupid" voices. Ahh, to be one of those people who doesn't care, or who always knows when they look good. I'm a blend-er, not a stand-out.

But I wore it, and felt good. Felt glad I'd persevered. Didn't mind that the belt kept riding up so it was more of an underwire bra than a waist-cincher. The whole thing made preschool and the grocery store fun (or, at least, more tolerable). It was a good lesson.

Sweater, Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent; jeans, GAP; boots, Steve Madden; belt, H+M; jacket, bought at I. Goldberg Army & Navy; shirt, Target; sunglasses, J.Crew