Fashion

Confessions

One of the things that I always find myself doing when I get dressed is thinking about how to avoid looking “American”… and whether or not my outfit looks British. You see… I sort of might just want to fool people into thinking I am British. Let’s face it. Americans don’t really have a very good reputation.

That, and American style is so… not me. It’s all angles and minimalism and cowboy and new and preppy. And I’m not any of those things. British style, on the other hand– at least, the British style I want to emulate– is delicate florals and old lace and cardigans and scarves and lockets… and while I know that’s not all that British style is, that’s the style I want and that’s the style that Americans don’t have. There’s just a certain way that my favorite British fashion bloggers style themselves that the American ones (who I love, too, don’t get me wrong) sort of… copy but don’t quite get.

I think it’s a vintage quality, a ladylike quality, a… I don’t know. It reminds me of teacups and antique stores. At any rate, I really, really wanted to emulate the style I love today… and I really wanted to wear florals, but it wasn’t working. At all. This was the best I could do. (My headscarf is floral. You just can’t really tell.)

And I might change. It’s going to be ghastly in the shop today– the weather never gets unbearably hot here, but when you put us in a small, enclosed space with an espresso machine and steam wands, it gets pretty darn miserable in any kind of layers–  and I might wear shorts. And that floral shirt I wanted to wear. Although I haven’t figured out how to do shorts the way I want to do shorts yet. I’ll get there eventually.

The above, by the way, is me falling off of the short ledge I was standing on. This is one of the few recorded instances where my accidents actually work for good.

I feel like there was more that I was going to say, but I’m getting hungry and suddenly (while I do love you all) blogging is not as important as eating. Not that it ever has been as important as eating… but… you know.

Another by the way: how do you like my fake wedding ring? Looks real, right? It’s definitely not something I want whenever I am really engaged/married, but I think it’s pretty. And fun to wear.

Behold: the shoes I would wear today if I didn’t have to work. Unfortunately, it’s not wise to wear heels when you have five hours of standing ahead.

I haven’t eaten breakfast today (I know. I’m bad at this), so you can all scold me for it. But I’m going to eat lunch! Healthy lunch! And I’ve lost two pounds. Which is lovely. I’m two pounds closer to fitting into that yellow roses dress that I probably shouldn’t have bought that may actually never fit me. That I might sell if I reach my goal and it still doesn’t fit.

Or I could exercise my sewing skills (ha!) and let the seams out a little.

But who wants to sew, anyway?

I hope you all have a beautiful Thursday!

Details: Shirt($3.99), dress ($8), and brooch($5.99), thrifted; shoes, too old to remember; wedding ring and scarf, acquired from people in my youth; turquoise ring, belonged to my mother. Approximate outfit cost: $17.98