In my own skin

I never did get around to showing off my Girls Night purchases. Showing off pictures of myself in the "What I wore Today" posts that seem to be so popular to the blogging world right now are not my idea of fun. If you know me in real life you can probably detect my mild discomfort. No one wants to see me slouch around in vintage this or that, right? I've rescheduled this post three times, rather than post it and put myself out there in all my full-figured glory. But I posted my kid-sister the day after we took pictures. I look at her and see nothing but adorableness.

I look at other bloggers who post cute outfits and think, "wow, she looks adorable." I don't ever notice their size. If it's something I'm not judging for others, then why am I judging myself so harshly?

One blogger in particular, Lilli, from Frocks and Frou Frou really has showed me that size really and truly does not matter. She is a curvy girl and proud of it. She always looks beautiful. She knows how to dress for her body type and she has great style. I would happily wear every single solitary thing in her wardrobe. I love looking through Lilli's posts, especially when I'm feeling pretty uninspired by my own closet. Also, she lives in Australia and is a book editor, so maybe I want her life a tiny little bit.

I don't know other people's motivation for posting outfit posts, probably just that they are proud of their style and cuteness. For me it's about embracing that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Trying to practice what I preach, here, ladies. 

Naturally, with my backyard FULL of vintage heaven, during Girls Night, I walked away with more than a few pieces. When Marayah had her storefront I would spend hours with her chatting and trying on clothes, but usually could only justify one or two pieces at a time. Let's just say I did not hold the same restraint this time.

I love this black dress. It will certainly become a staple on the 100 degree days, but note to self: do not wear to a windy picnic. No one wants to know me that well.

Gotta love clothes that are versatile. Dress that's a shirt or shirt that's a dress? I like it both ways, husband prefers it as a shirt, the kids are officially humiliated by my wardrobe.

1960's polyester pull over - LOVE this. I wore it to a family party and my brothers didn't even make fun of me. Either they are off their game or I am not the only one who thinks this is way cool.