No one is perfect.
Shocking, right? Sometimes I get sick of scrolling through images of perfect fashion bloggers. I want to see a hair out of place, a belt sitting slightly askew- just some sign to indicate they are in fact, human. I must be overcompensating for those modelesque types on the WWW 'cause I've got enough flaws to balance out all of them.
It was one of those rare days when my husband and I shared a morning together. He was doing a little work from home, I was getting ready to leave for the day. So I had him snap an outfit photo of me. And you know what? It sucked. Nothing made sense together, and since I didn't bother scoping myself out in a full length mirror beforehand, I never would have known. The t-shirt didn't match, the socks looked stupid, but I didn't have time to change.
So I adjusted, and dealt by pushing the socks down, threw on an old printed hiking bandanna and suddenly the outfit made a bit more sense. I shaved twenty minutes off my morning by not pulling together an entirely new look. Plus, I wanted to show off my sexy white knees. Stop lusting.
And I'm actually freaking the hell out in this picture. I hide my emotions well, no? There was a spiky green caterpillar taunting me, rearing its ugly little head, writhing on a frond beside me. I'm deathly afraid of those suckers, and quickly ran inside after we took these half ass photos. Venomous snakes? Bring it and I'll call it by its Latin name. A mostly harmless caterpillar? I go running like the girl I am.
Bandana: Prana via REI
Boots: Steve Madden via Buffalo Exchange
So what are you afraid of? I'll add cockroaches to my list.