[J.Crew socks, chambray shirt and skirt + Golden Goose boots + vintage cross + antique turquoise earrings + T by A Wang tank.]
Strap in: I’m about to talk about clothes.
It’s nuts how one, tiny element of a look can change the entire feel of it. I had on cut offs before I put on this corduroy skirt. It looked great. It looked blog-o-rific. But it wasn’t my mood. Now, it’s essentially not really anything I’d normally take the time to post.
(Except, I really wanted to show off this amazing engineer-striped chambray number I got, just as the chambray shirt makes its way out.)
Essentially, this ended up being sort of sweet, when that’s not really the vein of fashion blogging these days. Or my vein, really. I was listening to Steppenwolf when I got dressed, for Christ’s sake.
Classic (read: predictable) isn’t the dominant brand—the one winning Chictopia contests, or getting snatched up for WhoWhatWear Daily’s StyleStalker, or getting this shit hyped out of it on Lookbook. And here you thought bloggers just took pictures of themselves for fun!
On a positive note: I don’t care, and I do just do it for fun. I do have to be critical of myself sometimes, though, or I’d just sit in a comfortable rut. But wait: this was extremely comfortable, literally. It oozed this relaxed, American, classic femininity. Add garden gloves, and I could be brushing dirt from my brow while arranging potted plants behind a picturesque, cedar shake cottage in some little New England coastal town.
Today, the loser wins!
p.s. Are yall following the rest of the Croweology videos? They’re pretty awesome. You should “like” The Crowes’ Facebook page. Not because of that, but because the most amazing redneck fans constantly commenting like Chris is on there checking it himself. (If you’ve ever been to a show, you know the folks I’m talking about.) One chick announced she walked down the aisle to some Crowes; another dude said, “My family passes joints like other families pass potatoes.” Pure class, baby!
[The Black Crowes, "Another Roadside Tragedy"]