Top, Forever 21
Well, well, well, look what we have here. Blurry outfit photos. I'm so sorry. I didn't take them. Danny did. (I can't blame him. He did a very good job.) I took these photos though and then immediately plummeted into an awful mood. Does anyone else ever get that way? Where you suddenly are like, "Well, I look awful in all of these photos. This is awful, I'm awful, I'm done"? No? Just me? Ok.
I don't know what it is about outfit photos, but whenever I take them these days, I immediately fall into a black pit of sadness. I think it's part anxiety, part frustration, but who knows.
I pulled myself together long enough to pick these photos out of the bunch.
I wore this outfit to work ages ago. I got this skirt ages ago. I got these boots (guess?) ages ago. I got this necklace right before Easter. I love all of these pieces and I love this outfit, but I barely have time to sleep anymore, let alone take outfit photos. I don't know if I'm going to start moving away from outfit photos -- obviously, them putting me into a black mood of frustration, sadness, anger, and guilt isn't necessarily a positive thing. I know I don't want to give up on blogging -- I enjoy the sense of purpose and community I get from it too much -- but I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore. I guess this is being an adult, right? I have to decide what I want to keep from my reckless college years and what I want to toss.
Well, I hope you all have a brilliant Monday. I'm going to try taking photos some mornings when I'm getting ready for work. We'll see how that goes. I'm usually in a better mood in the mornings that weekend evenings!