I like bold and obscure patterns, and I haven’t been able to really enjoy trendy common prints like damask, polka dots, paisley, and houndstooth. Stripes for some reason have been in the safe zone. However, I have found myself collecting only black and white when the stripes are large and blue and red when the stripes are small. Odd. I think it’s because I like it when they look nautical or vintage.
Today’s outfit however had two pieces I wouldn’t have ever thought to put together, because it goes against my own stripe habit.
I like how this outfit, without much thought, ended up with the colors “RGB.” It also didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would. I knew that I wanted to wear a cropped top over the maxi dress. The top is sheer, so it was perfect for the warm day. I don’t think I really own an actual crop top, so I knotted the shirt on the side to make it look cropped.
To bring in the structured look to a very casual outfit, I put on this false collar. I own three of these, and I’ve been wearing these almost every other day since I had them. From what I learned from my mom, false collars used to be worn a lot by men back in the day. The trend has since disappeared at least for men, but it’s very convenient to have these around now!
We’ve officially moved out of our old house! I’ve donated more stuff to Goodwill this winter more than I’ve ever done in my entire life because of this, and I usually donate every year. It sounds like I am bragging, but whenever I hear people say that, I don’t think they are bragging at all. The beautiful junk they gave away is probably going to end up in the trash anyway. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and that’s why thrift stores are an amazing enterprise.
My poor dear husband is sensitive to mold, and we don’t see finding an apartment that’s virtually mold-free anytime soon. We’re staying at his parent’s roomy rancher for the meantime, as we figure out our lives from here on out. These photos and the few outfit shots before then were all taken at their place, and we get to enjoy this nice and peaceful scenery for a change. The ironic thing about this privilege of staying at a nice place which I am plenty grateful for is that I still feel empty. It’s not a home to call our own. However, just like the things that we donated together as a couple, the ideals that used to be so valuable to us, just had to be disposed or realigned at some point.
I am just grateful to be healthy, and that I have the strength to take care of my husband while he’s weak. Instead of wishing everything was back to normal, perhaps this is where we need to be right now—married but living with the in-laws. Not ideal, but things could be a lot worse. We’re practicing to be content, and it’s easier to ignore the harsh reality when you’re with people who love you… with flaws and all.