Since moving down to this town, this mentality made me stick out like a sore thumb.
I realize now that no matter how much I pretend not to care about my appearance the more awkward it makes me seem to the people around me.
I feel that in many ways my direct appearance reflects who I am and what mood I am in. If I am not feeling the best, chances are I am not looking my best.
So we had a community club meeting; eating burgers, socializing and playing horseshoes.
I decided that in the spirit of me (and consequently October); I'd dress in my version of ultra casual... but today I actually did my make up, so maybe it was more on the dressy side of my usual summer-esque attire.
It was today also that I decided that I'm going to wear make up any time I go out-- I tend to think it makes me look a little older, but not overtly so. For the light smoky eyes, a quick youtube video and my dollarstore goods helped me to yield the result; it was a gold and a dark brown with hints of gold. I really have to laugh every time I think about what I use... it is, for a lack of a better word, ghetto.
I felt out of place, definitely. But that isn't new, and at least I felt I was portraying who I am, rather than the black lamb trying to paint her wool white.
The run down of the outfit:
- Top, waist belt and earrings: Fairweather Co.
- Lace leggings: Claires
- Necklace & hair piece: self-made
- Shoes: Dr. Scholls
Do you feel like clothing represents who you are? Or just your tastes?