I have recently upon my return from Ecuador fallen into a even greater appreciation for fashion.
Not that high-end, top-of-the-line, fashionista type thing but the down-to-earth, here's-what-I-dug-up-in-my-closet type thing. What I wear has been an expression of myself ever since my freshman year of high school (I recall wearing brown bowling shoes and a "hip" sweater vest). My closet has collected clothing like a vacuum and I still piece together outfits that include a shirt from tenth grade. People seem to compliment me often about my clothing when, in actuality, I look at everyone else and think they are the ones who look fashionable. I tend to see the best in people, even in their clothes. I don't turn heads but I like shoes. I like clothes. I like the art in the way a dress can flatter a woman's hips while at the same time express her inner humor or compassion. A shirt doesn't just have to be a shirt all the time. It can be paint.
I follow her blog daily (okay maybe twice daily...among others). She colors up life in her own little way and is proud of it! I don't have the budget to shop Anthropologie or J.Crew but there is treasure at the thrift stores, right? One day this blog may actually have a "lookbook." That is a possibility. But what I have a hard time dreaming about is opening up my own boutique one day.
Kendi has done it all.
On no, I should have majored in Business?
Hoping in God above all,
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