Too Much of a Thing.

I'm in one of those funks where nothing feels quite right. Knowing what to wear suddenly seems daunting and my old striped shirt trick isn't quite settling my spirits the way it usually does. I need a haircut, but I don't know what to do with it, and I haven't much nerve to change it too much anyway.



It might be the rain, or the curse of favorite pants that don't fit because of Nutella croissants, or a general malaise brought on by years of too many prim little dresses. In any case, I'm have this weird feeling of uncertainty about my style. I'm a little sick of things that are twee and overly girly, and I find myself gravitating towards things that are a bit more cool, effortless, dilapidated. I'm starting to really enjoy pants. My goal these days seems to be to try and dress by just throwing things on, adding layers, all that.



In the end though, I end up in something like this. It's a little, to use a word more than once in a post, prim and precious. I suspect I've gotten used to dressing this way, so now it's the kind of thing that comes eaisly--but of course, as soon as I think I've got the hang of one thing, I feel strange and want another!

For the moment though, I'll just go along with everything and figure out what to wear somehow.