She doesn't look ill at ease, even if that sweater is truly more periwinkle than royal blue. Though I know that when I stuff my hair behind my ears, it's time for a haircut. The earrings are large but pure plastic, so are very light:
I've realized that the process of photographing myself regularly has resulted in something between acceptance and enthusiasm about How I Look. Acceptance is too mealy-mouthed a word, and enthusiasm implies a certain glee. MS Word suggests "favorable reception." Hee hee. I no longer feel shocked when I see myself (who IS that?!), and I can focus on what works clothing-wise because I'm not always wishing I wasn't busty or was taller or whatever. I'm honing in on what I can change, which is much more productive. My fashion vernacular will always include "busty" because I can't throw out my body, but I can ditch "frumpy", "uncomfortable" and "dated" from my vocabulary.
In other news, I am fighting - wrassling - with the desire to shop. Boots are waaayyy on sale everywhere, and I want them all. Colorful, easy to wear dresses are on sale too, and I want them all. Talbot's is offering an additional 25% off their sale items, and . . . you guessed it. There is a sneaky little voice in my head telling me that I've been good (I haven't), that I need things (I don't), and that I'll regret it if I don't buy something (this is such a whopper that I laugh writing it!). I am still wearing things that I haven't worn this year, although I am down to the bottom of the barrel, so I clearly don't need more clothes. I'm still spending many dollars on accessories, so I can't claim thrift as a virtue.
I want this blog to be my conscience as well as my inspiration. Cheers to willpower!