Saturday, I did…this:
It’s…very red. Here, lemme show you another shot in different lighting:
It is ridiculously red. Like, candy apple red. You should see the beacon it creates in the sunlight.
I. Love. It.
I need to do something about my eyebrows (I’ve been testing some different brow pencil colors to help a little), and I’m interested to see what it will fade to given that red fades faster than any other color. But I love it. I love how bold it is, how absolutely NOT “natural” looking it is on me (these pictures don’t really do the vibrancy of it justice), and how wonderful it feels to do something so “not me” that feels so “me”.
Another “not me” thing that feels so “me” is this outfit from the other day:
(Man, there is just no good way to get a full body shot with both my head AND my feet in this house. Oh well, this is reason #4327 I’m not a fashion blogger).
Anyway, this outfit. I LOVE it. I love how sassy it is, and how bold it is, and how FUN it is. I got a zillion compliments on it at work, and I felt fabulous all day wearing it.
I semi-joked on Twitter the other day that between the crazy outfits, the crazy hair color, and all the new makeup stuff, I must be going through a third-of-life-crisis. But while I joke, there’s also some truth there. I’m coming into my own in a lot of ways, and it’s changing my outlook on a lot of different aspects of my life.
For example, that outfit up there. All together, it seemed a little much when I first thought to put those pieces together. I even second guessed myself, and asked Twitter if they thought it was too much. But I knew that I loved it as soon as I stopped thinking about how “NOT ME” it supposedly was. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I actually really LOVE some quirky boldness in my wardrobe.
I always think of myself (and my fashion) as pretty boring and average. But then I think about the fact that I have and wear more sequins in my day to day life than most people are probably ok with. I love wearing vibrant colors. My red trench coat is one of my favorite items of clothing. I wear a lot of black and grey, but that’s at least partly because turquoise and fuchsia and purple and teal and red all look so good with those colors. For heaven’s sake, I have purple sequined Chuck Taylors. Maybe I’m not so boring and average after all. Maybe, just maybe, there is more adventurousness and quirkiness and fun to me than I’ve ever been able to accept about myself.
The reality is, this outfit? My new hair? They feel like me, or at least a part of me. They ALSO feel like the natural progression in my understanding of me. A year ago, two, three? I probably would have said that both these things were too much. Too bold. Too in your face. I would have been too afraid of standing out to ever attempt them.
Now, they feel like a fun side of me that I had forgotten I had coming out to play again. Or for the first time.
And honestly? It feels awesome.No tags for this post.