togs: ode to the uniform
One of the reasons that I've never considered myself particularly fashion-savvy is because I love a uniform. And the reason that I love a uniform is because I'm fundamentally lazy. I've worn my hair extremely short for most of my life because it's easier than trying to figure out what to do with it every day. I've worn my makeup pretty much the same way for decades. I wear the same perfume for years on end, and I wear the same jewelry every single day.
I am nothing if not incredibly boring.
Except, of course, that I've recently made a pledge to make more of an effort in how I dress (and put a little bit of thought behind what I wear). But what makes things worse is that working from home hardly makes this an easy thing to do -- the temptation to simply stay in yoga pants and sweats is very real. Why would I spend time thinking about what to wear, when no one may see me all day long?
And so, I return to the uniform: I've decided that the best way to make an effort without forgoing simplicity is to come up with a uniform for working at home. The basic overall mantra is that: (a) it has to be really comfortable (urban pajamas, baby), (b) it has to be easy and (c) it has to look like I gave a damn.
Now obviously, what I wear is going to have to change for each season, but for the most part, here's what my winter uniform is going to entail:
1) Jeans. No sweatpants or yoga pants allowed, at least during the workweek. I shall break the blogger-working-in-pajamas stereotype if it's the last thing I do.2) Layers. Because weather can vary wildly in Houston during the wintertime, even during the course of a single day (I remember once, back in college, going to class in shorts because it was 75 degrees and humid, only to come back outside after a 2-hour class to learn the temperature had plummeted 30 degrees in that time period). Besides, I ain't gonna lie: I love a cardigan.3) I've recently fallen in love with the ankle boot/bootie/shootie (that last one is a term I just learned. It sounds a bit ridiculous, I'm not sure I like it, but I'm trying to go with it). Admittedly, while I'm at home, I'll probably be walking around in stockinged feet, but if I leave the house to run errands or meet someone for coffee, this is what I'll likely be wearing.
And that's pretty much it. So, on any given day this winter, if you were to show up at my house unannounced, this is what you might find me wearing, above. And while it's certainly nothing fancy, it's better than sweats, right?
(Ahem. Any uniform advice greatly appreciated.)
(Also, please note I'm not wearing black. Look at me, trying to embrace colour!)
Song: Boogie shoes by KC & the Sunshine Band.
togs: work-at-home uniform, winter by chookooloonks Cardigan (This isn't the one I'm wearing -- mine cardigan is ancient -- but this one's similar.)/ kensie viscose tee in heather grey (Also not the same one I'm wearing -- I bought mine in some random boutique years ago -- but this tee is similar)/ Chico's So Slimming jeans (Say what you will, but Chico's jeans are so stretchy, they're like wearing leggings. Urban Pajamas, baby.)/ Mossimo Supply Co. cami / Dr. Scholl's Flame Ankle Boot (These shoes are crazy-comfortable, because they're Dr. Scholl's, man. I have these in red. Love them.)
this was a good week?
Can I admit something?
Last week Friday, while I was in England, I was relieved not to do my This Was A Good Week post. It's not that there wasn't good in the week -- clearly there was -- but the news of the no-indictment grand jury ruling in the Darren Wilson case was weighing on me so heavily, I didn't have it in me to look for funny or quirky posts or news happening around the web. I'll just use the fact that I'm away as an excuse not to write it, I thought to myself. Next Friday, I'll make it up.
And then this week, the grand jury in the Eric Garner case also decided not to indict the cop who killed him. A death that was captured on video.
My friends, I am close to the edge, over here.
I'm heartbroken. I'm heartbroken that last week, when we were sitting with our dear friends in England, folks we haven't seen since our wedding day, they mentioned that while they'd love to come visit us, the recent headlines related to Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin and now, Eric Garner, make it so that they really don't have any inclination to travel to the United States any time soon. That America's current civil rights record has left them cold. This is what America's image abroad is becoming.
And I'm confused: I don't know how, within the span of a week, two grand juries can decide that neither of these cases are even worth looking at. That all the dodgy (and undisputed) evidence surrounding both of these cases, evidence that, at the very least, appears to show a complete disregard for human life, isn't enough to warrant a second glance. I am positively confounded that the grand juries didn't go, "Huh. Yeah, you know what? Something seems off here. Why don't we send this to trial, where both sides can get lawyers to present their cases, and see what comes up? I mean, maybe these are just the results of tragic accidents ... maybe ... but you know what? Maybe not! Let's dig a little deeper, here! You know, in the interest of ... I dunno ... the truth, perhaps!"
But maybe I'm confused because maybe I skipped that day of Criminal Law in law school. (Or maybe evidence concerning victims who look like me aren't worth a second glance here in America? Maybe?)
And I'm angry. Oh, yes, I'm hella angry. I'm angry for so many reasons, but most recently because just this week, I was driving near my neighbourhood before sunrise, and in the darkness I noticed a police car pulling up in the lane next to me. And for the first time in my life, my instinct wasn't to glance at my speedometer and think, "Oh, no, was I speeding?" but instead -- for the first time ever -- my immediate thought was, "Oh shit ... what's about to happen to me?!" I wasn't doing anything wrong (and I wasn't speeding, for the record), and yet my very first instinct on seeing the police officer was fear. And I'm just so angry that this is apparently what I'm becoming.
I'm also uncomfortable. I'm uncomfortable because while I have black and biracial friends who are very open and speak with me about these issues as we all work through them, I sense discomfort with many of my white friends, who aren't as eager to discuss these cases with me -- in fact, in some instances, it's like the elephant in the room, as we dance around all sorts of topics other than this one. This is not to say that I don't understand -- I do, I so do, talking about race is hard, hard stuff, especially between people of different races, especially because you don't want to inadvertently say the wrong thing -- but nonetheless, the discomfort is there.
(That said, I'm so, so grateful for my white friends who have reached out to me -- friends including (but definitely not limited to) Alice, who made a point of contacting me last week while I was out of the country, just to see if I was holding up okay (I was), and Brené, who called me just yesterday to see if I was holding up okay (I wasn't). Not only was it lovely to learn that my friends cared, but just the fact that kind conversations like ours happened gives me some hope for the world, you know?)
My point is that I just don't have it in me to do my usual This Was A Good Week post again this week -- I'm sorry. I know there's love and light in the world -- my friends, my family and so many of you who visit me here every day are proof of this -- but writing about funny and quirky and silly this week just wouldn't sit right with me right now. Nonetheless, I'll keep looking for the light, both online and off (because that's how I cope), and barring any more horrible news, I'll share it all with you next week. And know that despite my deep blue funk, I'm thinking of you all with gratitude, and sending you love.
Thanks for your patience, friends.
Be kind to each other. See you next week.
i wonder (a mother/daughter collaboration)
Angela stood wrapped in her fleece coat, and listened to the wind.
"I wonder ..." she thought.
She turned and closed the door. She walked toward the fruit bowl and took an apple. She ate a bite, and looked at the jagged marks caused by her teeth.
She went back outside. The wind whipped her face, and she clutched her coat tighter.
She decided it was too cold, and went inside to sit by the fire, and watch T.V.
"I wonder ..." she thought.
~ By Alexis Jennings
Right before we left for England, on a whim, Alex decided she wanted to write as short a story as possible. She wrote the above, and shared it with me. I loved it so much, I asked her if I could photograph my interpretation of it, and share both my photograph and her work with you. She agreed, so while we were in Cornwall, my niece, Ellie, kindly acted as my model.
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