I’m not sure about you guys, but I’ve never been much of a hat person. And yet, I find myself wearing a lot of different hats lately. And not just the hats on this most amazing vintage dress from Trunk of Dresses. I have my Exhausted Professor hat. My Disillusioned with the World hat. And I’m sad to say, my Eternal Optimist hat has been languishing on a shelf, not worn for months.
You probably noticed that it’s been a bit quiet around here this past week, which was very intentional. Following the murders that include but are certainly not limited to George Floyd, Ahmaud Arberry, and Breonna Taylor, it was important to me to give space to voices that needed to be heard more than mine, and work to listen more than speak. It was just as important to take time to reflect on the horrific nature of current events and the manifestation of centuries of systemic racism here in the States (and around the world) – both to find ways that…
There are a LOT of different coping mechanisms we all use to get through a crisis. For me, my go-to place for breathing out my problems has been the seaside. Lucky for me, I’ve always lived by the coast (occupational hazard), which has made it very convenient when I need to throw my problems out to sea.
As many of you know, Hurricane Florence came through this past week and devastated huge portions of the southeastern coast of the US. Much of North and South Carolina was evacuated, and most residents scattered inland to try to seek shelter from the storm. We were fortunate to have friends in Atlanta to stay with, so Mr. Dressed and I packed up what we could, protected the rest, and left early Tuesday morning.
One of my favorite posts – both my own and the ones that I see other bloggers do – is always the blooper reel. Piercing the veil between the shiny, sparkly blogger life and the actual reality of what posing in front of a camera is like. Admitting to the world that we’re both fabulous and flawed.
There are a lot of questions I feel are highly inappropriate, yet are asked almost daily of most women. I’m sure we all face them – ranging from what our salary is to what dress size we wear to when we’re getting married to when our womb is going to start busting out children. Statements that are made to clearly tell us the things we should have. Should want. Pointing us towards what is normal, with the implication being what is most certainly not normal. And although many of us have found ways to pivot when those questions arise, there…
Every month, I like to put together a regular Lust List of the beauties around the web I’ve seen and swooned over. I’m not crazy enough to imagine they will all make their way into my closet. I just like to dream… and I like to share them, because if they can’t be in my closet, at least they might be scooped up by one of my readers! But, every so often, when I’ve seen a certain one of my Lust List dresses has sold (and isn’t on her way to me) I must admit I feel a pang of sadness.
The toughest part about moving around the world (besides the whole moving around the world bit) is the packing. The dismantling of existing organizational systems and ways of doing things, only to have to re-mantle it all again on the other side. On the positive side, you get to start fresh. You get to view a space like a clean slate and create a new home.
The unthinkable has happened: An openly racist, bigoted, misogynistic narcissist was inaugurated as the 45th president of the United States on Friday. So, this past weekend Mr. Dressed and I joined the millions of people around the world participating in the Women’s March on Washington. We weren’t able to travel to DC, so we joined one the many sister marches happening across the country. Even in our small town in NC, I was so bolstered up and hopeful seeing the nearly 2,000 people who came out to support equality and to take a stand against an administration who supports everything but.
This is probably the hardest blog post I’ve ever had to write. It’s a week old now, but I’m still in a period of disbelief. The week before last we had to say goodbye to our sweet, beloved pup. Words can’t describe how hard it is to let go and how devastated we are. It was the hardest decision we’ve ever had to make, but knowing the pain he was in, it was the only decision we could make.