Bringin' Sexy Back (One Cardigan At A Time)

I'm trying to get into a normal routine of writing...bear with me as I make adjustments.

In other news, I have joined Pinterest (duhn duhn duhn)! Seriously, how have I ever been able to remember a single thing I have viewed on the Internet before this lovely site? Not only am I easily able to keep track of great ideas I have come across, but I've also been able to view some amazing images! It's like crack for this design junkie.

I've also been "pinning" outfit ideas/inspiration that I'm coming across to get a sense of what taste I have and to search out inexpensive alternatives to high-end designers. And I'm trying to be realistic. Sure, I'd love to be looking like this all the time:

(Image source: here)

But that just isn't me (and it's not practical on the cobblestone sidewalks in freeze-your-bum-off Boston). I've always been a tomboy; it's a part of me that I have fun with sometimes...and other times, I suck my teeth at it.

As a child, I fully embraced by tomboyish-ness, steering away from all things pink and opting for purple...

(Please note the dried mud on the shins)



It's a quite blurry, but yes, that's me in a football uniform. No, it wasn't Halloween. I believe that was after a Pop Warner Football Championship Game. I played football for four years (grades 5th-8th), along with a host of other sports well into high school.

It was around junior high that I started enjoying clothes and fashion but never really felt like I could keep up with some of the other girls. Jeans fit better on them. Anything with a heel only elongated their already enviously lean legs. And accessories? I had no clue how to "accessorize".

And this continued into adulthood. Occasionally, I'll hop on the bandwagon of some trend or fad only to be usually disappointed by how fake I feel and how uncomfortable the product makes me feel. Uncomfortable in a physical sense (love the look of ultra low riders; don't enjoy never being able to bend at the waist for fear of revealing what color underwear I'm wearing) and an emotional sense (it just doesn't feel right).

This will all probably change when I have children, and I follow the path of countless women before me, sporting black yoga pants and a comfy sweater everywhere I go. For now, I'll be content in what feels right on me - slightly baggy jeans, soft cotton t-shirts, and shoes that allow me to quickly move around in the cold weather...with maybe a little heel.

Now, if we could only do something about all the holes in my elbows!