My mom and I were exploring St. Pete when we found this tree. And it is the coolest tree we've ever seen. This photograph illustrates how I physically resemble this tree. My hair looks like the little things hanging down, my pants look like the trunk, and my shirt looks like the shadow. How did that happen? Idk, but I'm not mad. Because, who wouldn't want to look like a tree, especially one this cool?
Sometimes, I like to imagine what Florida looked like before we came and covered it in strip malls and 20 story resorts. It was probably so lush--there were probably all of these flowers blooming in the wild instead of in planted rows in people's yards. If i could revisit any previous time, well I mean obviously it would be either eighth grade or Christmas Weekend freshman year but after that it would definitely be pre-developed Florida. No specific time. But this visitation is dependent on whether or not I'm wrapped in a human sized mosquito proof tent that is also air conditioned. But how cooool would it be to see suburbia....pre sububia. Suburbia pre-everyone planting crepe myrtles everywhere and tearing down the oaks and pines. But back to this tree tho............
The main thing that i like about this outfit is that everything I'm wearing is so loose fitting. Nothing is conventionally feminine. But somehow, it just works. I really feel myself in outfits like this--specifically in funky collared shirts. The collared shirt on the female frame is an underappreciated luxury. I appreciate it. And someday, I'm going to find someone else who does, too.
Pants: Gladiola Girls
Shoes: The beloved knock-off Nikes.
Earrings: Elle Market Boutique
Now, pls join me in contemplating what your neighborhood looked like without all the houses.
Sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is buy a new dress for three dollars at the thrift store on half off day. That literally never fails to make me happy.
After much contemplation, I’ve realized that a new dress makes me feel happy because a new dress always makes me feel beautiful. As much as i look forward to and enjoy the art of creating an outfit from scratch, sometimes it’s refreshing to just have a go-to dress.
A dress is an outfit in itself. And it’ll always be there, sitting in your closet waiting for you to pair it with a sweet pair of earrings or a funky necklace medley. It looks forward to the days when you don’t have the time or the energy to construct some new pants and top combo. A dress doesn’t care if you’re about to go gorge yourself at your favorite restaurant and haven’t worked out in three days. A dress is ready to spend it’s time on you giving you a nice but loose hug. every time you look in the mirror and see that funky patterned fabric on your body, you’re reminded that you’re beautiful.
I’d like to personally thank this dress for becoming one of my new friends. I’m glad we’ve already got to experience the first day of my spring term class together and piddle around by my grandma’s pond. I’m so excited for us to eat a salt bagel in New York City together in June and go for many strolls in Pennsylvania suburbia in July. I’d also like to thank this dress on behalf of this long shawl thing i bought two years ago when i was convinced that if Legolas from Lord of the Rings had a girlfriend then she’d be really into a long shawl, which has been pretty tired of sitting in my closet waiting for the right dress to complement, I’m sure.
Today I found a garden of snapdragons. And even though I passionately hate the shirt I'm wearing, I couldn't not have a photoshoot. Sometimes we keep things in our closets because we want to have the style that we think the piece requires. But yesterday, I realized that I'm never going to be someone that's super excited about styling an off the shoulder plain gray tee with some boho necklaces, a bralette, and jeans. That's not me. I mean.....if the shirt had some sort of psychedelic or otherwise loud print then I could reconsider....... But there sure are people who impeccably style their plain gray off the shoulder tees, and my hat's off to them. Scroll down to the last photo and you'll find me handing them a snapdragon.
I hope at one point, everyone's mom taught them how to snap a snapdragon. I'd be disappointed if that's not the case.
top: american eagle
jeans: gap (city walk thirft)