Last week I had the pleasure of joining Andrew on one of his business trips – this time to Washington DC.
Oh my gosh, I know, I’m like a sartorial broken record.
When Fall comes around we start thinking cozy. I think it’s pretty much genetic.
Everyone is obsessed with the new.
Everyone has their go-to, or rather a few go-tos.
Hey all, are y’all ready to shed the layers? ‘Cause I sooo am.
“Now let silence speak. As than begins, we will start out.” – Rumi
I’ve recently been going down the best rabbit hole ever. And I do mean that. I’ve been spending time on Lyst. It’s seriously like a fashionista’s online Mecca.
I don’t like it when I think too much about others expectations of me.
It’s a trap! *and I said that like in Star Wars, by the way*
But you know, sometimes I fall into it as well. I become a little too preoccupied with playing the game, or behaving how others expect me too. And then I get frustrated and grumpy.
It takes a while, but usually I figure out why this is. Then I have to right the train.
Now I’m not talking major things here. Just little things. But still, they add up.
It’s usually a matter of a few honest conversations – no biggie. Nothing earth shattering, or life changing, just a matter of, “Hey, this is where I’m at and this is what I think.”
Because to be fair. I’m a straight shooter. Mostly because I have neither the energy, nor the inclination, to be anything but.
Anything else feels inauthentic.
Dress – Spell Designs // Jacket – F21 // Necklace – gift from Poland // Boots – thrifted
That moment. That moment when you are pushed too far.
You know that moment? You can feel it coming. There’s a build up. There’s a wave and a rising. It’s palpable and tangible. At least for me.
It takes a lot to get me really angry. Though I have a fiery temper, and a fierce capacity for anger, it takes a lot to push me to the edge.
What I’m talking about is real anger. Not what you might think of as anger if you were in the passenger seat with me. I yell and curse like a sailor at stupid drivers, but my driving itself doesn’t get angry – nor do I, despite what it sounds like – that’s just my dramatic nature and Polish heritage.
But real anger. Over injustice and pain caused to friends, for example. That. That gets me angry. And well, as my Mom has said to me several times, she much preferred my sister’s teenage years. Because my dear sister would explode and rage but get over it quickly. With me, it was slow but when it happened, it was seething and could last eons.
All of this is to say, “The way I look is so fragile, yet here in my hand is an assurance of eternity.” *Rumi*
Or as my shirt says, “She’s whiskey in a tea cup.”
Jacket – Le Chateau // Tank Top – Gunny Sack & Co. // Jeans – Lucky Brand // Boots – thrifted // Necklace – Monserat de Lucca via Beau and Bauble // Ring – Body Blue
*linking up with Not Dressed*
