I have a closet full of clothes. In part because I tend to hold onto clothes for a long, long time.
Evidence by what I wore today, which was largely made up of clothes I’ve had for at least 7-15 years.
Here’s one way, with me wearing glasses (which I need only for distance, like when I’m driving) at Starbucks this morning:
Here it is from a different, and better angle, without glasses:
The outfit, in terms of what it’s comprised of, is a dress with spaghetti straps that’s at least 15 years old (maybe from Avenue), a black long-sleeved T, and a velour top that I got a Macy’s a decade or so ago, with leggings and boots.
Now, here’s the same look as I’m about to head out for a walk, paired with a Columbia polar fleece zip jacket and my favorite Saucony sneakers:
Hey hey she’s AcceptanceWoman, and this song doesn’t make any sense.
But she’s too busy jumping, to care whether or not it rhymes…
Enough about me, more about my walk.
I saw signs of spring…
And they saw me…
I watched where I was walking, and I saw this cool stuff:
And I saw this tree, which made me very happy: