Summer tends to be exhausting, with extra social demands which are all catching up to me. Just when I feel well enough to go out to an appointment or get some groceries, the outing leaves me ready to crawl into bed. I've been wearing schlumpy comfortable clothes, which are the best thing when your body is sitting on the sofa schlumping more by the minute. The few times I've gone out I've hated what I wore, made the mistake of washing my hair and ending up too fluffy, and generally gone totally makeup free because, as a young woman in Vancouver kindly pointed out to me, I am too lazy.
If I were a French woman I would never dare to be so lazy, or at least that is what the how to be Paris Chic type websites would have me believe. I would never present the world with less than my best self. I have something to say to that and it begins with an F and ends with THAT! But I admit that if I made an effort I would probably look better. I'll let you know when looking my best is a priority over basic self care. Having said that, yes, I do know that making an effort can be part of self care. So is feeding myself, bathing and getting enough rest so yeah, there is a balance to be worked out there.
I usually make an effort with my clothing but have run out of steam by the time it comes to doing anything to my face. It has been a long time since I went out looking a tad sloppy but I did recently and it was rather refreshing. Such a rebel, I am!
I started out with this jacket, which is not black though currently my photography makes everything darker than it really is. The jacket is burgundy. I liked the shape of it with the slouchy pants but not the darkness with the light shirt, which is actually a softer white than it looks in this photo which I had to brighten and well, as I said, I am having lighting issues.
After rejecting the jacket I threw on my trusty cardi and after seeing this picture made sure to leave it unbuttoned.
I was feeling quite unwell on this day so there is a great deal of faking going on here.
Two days later I had an appointment and attempted to feel a bit more like myself. There was definitely a hair cooperation (or lack thereof) issue but I can't remember the last time I felt able to do up the whole package. I put on a favourite dress in order to feel safe going to the appointment. The cardi is navy, not black. The dress is not quite this dark and the shoes are red, also not quite this dark. I decided to give you total honesty and grabbed the heavy bag, book and my glasses which I would truly be going out the door with but usually don't think of when taking my picture.
I know, my whole vibe tends to be college prof of a liberal arts persuasion.
Too tired to get out much of a smile. I love this dress and have two, in different colours of course. I kind of wish I'd bought four of them and just lived in them all summer.
I like delicate jewelry but not delicate purses. I think my body is large enough to pull off a chunky bag and if I pile on the delicate jewelry I am convinced that works too. I've discovered that while I love the look of chunkier baubles I can't wear them. (Can't as in not comfortable, don't feel right)
Recently, I decided one evening to experiment with my face. I wondered what I would look like with dramatic makeup on. Of course, I don't really own products that would give me a dramatic look so the best I could do was apply my brown eye shadow and mascara more liberally than I normally would. Lipstick in the right shade always makes me look like I am wearing blush. I can't imagine bothering to do this daily but I must admit it is probably worth the effort if I am leaving home. I think it looks nice, though I am sure my version of dramatic makeup would make some laugh. It feels quite dramatic to me though perhaps that is because it is accompanied by messy hair and a tee shirt.
I think I needed to do this, just to remind myself that I can look nice if I try. This is my favourite lipstick shade-too bad it's so drying and starts to flake off. (Revlon Colourstay in Supermodel)
I know, I know, three pics is a bit much. Just imagine that with each one I am saying to myself "Is that really me? Let me see that again!"
And in a month I will let poor neglected Jason fix up my self inflicted pixie.