The making of an outfit

I really like fashion and being trendy, but feel that with turning 30 and 2 children who changed my body just enough to notice, I had kind of given up.  I’ve never been a jeans and tee-shirt kind of girl, but I rarely let myself have just have fun with an outfit.

Well, my new friend, Joy, has inspired me to dress with more purpose.  Joy wears skirts and dresses most of the time and has a lovely style.  She buys high-quality clothing, not tons of it, but pieces she loves and that will last through trends and seasons.  I really like the effort she makes to be feminine (it’s not for all of us, don’t get your feathers ruffled, ladies), modest, and true to herself.

So, this last Saturday, I went to a baby shower and donned a kind of crazy outfit I ended up loving.  I wore a dress I never would have imagined buying- I passed it one day in ATL (Ann Taylor Loft to the uninitiated) a year after having Rebekah.  It was strapless and had stripes.  I joked with the sales girl how you had to have a flat tummy to pull it off.  She convinced me to give it a go, and I was shocked how cute it was- imperfections and all.  I bought it and wore it on Josh’s and my first night away together after I weaned  Rebekah.  I felt very flirty and cute in it.  However, most of the time, I wear it with a jean jacket and cute wedge heels. 

Problem: You might recall we live in Scotland- bare, pale legs are no match for UK weather or style, so I knew I would have to do something inspired to pull off the tall brown suede boots I would end up wearing.  As I pushed through my tights drawer, my eyes landed on some gems of leg ware.  Bright. Blue. Sheer. Tights.  I was sold.  All in all, I loved my outfit and even got some compliments, which made the 30 minutes of walking in wedge boots worth the pain.  Fashion hurts- but it’s worth it.

The outfit

Somehow I managed to dodge all formal photog sessions, and this bad boy is the only evidence I have of said outfit.  Ignore my good friend’s darling baby out of a J Crew ad, and focus on the tights on the girl in the background.

You would think these tights would inspire more photographs to be taken.

I was proud of my extroverted self taking a back seat.  It was about time, even if I did miss out on being in pictures {I wouldn’t say I “missed” them}.

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