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.