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Finally went on my hike. Nothing strenuous of course but the sun was shinin, the bees were buzzin, and my allergies were in full bloom. We picked up Remy first because the poor dear is lonely and headed out. It was beautiful to say the least. And nice to finally be out doors while my thoughts turned inward. I am all about this new mental mindset. Positive is the way for sure! It's tougher than it sounds when you've lived the entirety of your young years as a pessimist. But breezy heat, wildflowers, a little Aussie pup and a hand to hold obviously helps.I'm really diggin on this whole fashion type thing I've been falling into. I'm really trying to hone in on my look. Boring to most I'm sure but it's something I can do for just me. My own pointless, precious little side project to look forward to during down time. Why not? Practicing and experimenting is where the fun's at and this blog is the perfect way to see the end result. It's easy to view and take mental notes and see where I need improvement. And I need much! But that's where this all comes in. It would be nice to have some other inspiration though. A model perhaps. Julia? I dunno... but I am the opposite of photogenic nor will I ever claim to know what I'm doing with a camera in my hands. It's just a sweet little way to let your creativity ebb and flow! And clothes don't seem to fall as gracefully on me as they do others any how. This is not self stunting. Just factual.
These past two weeks I've been trying with all my might to treat myself the way I would a daughter or a childhood friend. With some respect and all the praise I deserve. I'm all in to "I am woman hear me roar!" right now. I'm reading The Red Tent for the third time and I believe I'm truly getting it this go around. There's goddesses galore, palm trees, the bonding of mother, sister, daughter, kin, a little girl coming of age and all that pretty stuff. There's also biblical circumcision, death, suicide, abortion, betrayal and murder. I eat it up. The love of the poor girl's life is brutally murdered by her own brother with an axe directly on top of her. She wakes to find she's nearly choking to death on the waisted blood of her lover. With a serpent's tongue she curses her entire family for the sins they've committed and moves on to live a happy little life by the Nile. Fucking go girl. These women plopped out kids standing on fucking bricks and more often then not died from it. And here I sit sipping iced wine wishing I could afford a pedicure. Gaining a little perspective from time to time is damn healthy...skirt: Thrift find
blouse: Urban Ore
specks: Stolen from dude
chuck T's: Macy's 2000
belt: Wet Seal
leg warmers: (mother's old)
Polaroids are finicky so alas I settle for the deformed arm look. More pics later from film.
Excited for tomorrow. Feelin creative about my fit. Just wish I had someone to wear it for me. I want these...