Living in a small town surrounded by woods, I would never call myself a fashionista… Not that people don’t care about how they look, heels just aren’t practical on dirt roads. I didn’t grow up here, so somewhere deep down there’s a little part of me that still likes clothes and dressing up. This desire just usually gives way to chaco sandals and yoga pants… I am super thankful my whole life isn’t dictated by style and my budget is super thankful too. Yet every-once in a while I get sucked in and this is how my brain thinks…a conversation with my husband. me: “I really like this blouse” (looking at sites online – of course) a: “yeah, that’s cool” (not really paying attention) me: “It looks like this ceramic artist’s work that I have been spotting on pinterest. ” (now looking on pinterest for said picture) a: (looking over trying to catch up and connect what I just said to the photos now in front of him.) “I don’t think I could ever buy you clothes.” What? Can’t you see they’re the same thing! So I have no idea when I will wear it or where to but I bought it for myself… and a new pair of heels.
April 23, 2014