It has been so long since I posted an outfit post, particularly one that wasn’t related to maternity! It was a lot of fun dressing up for those shots so I think I’m going to bust out the tripod more often. It can be hard as a parent (or, if I’m being honest, just as a regular adult) to work up the enthusiasm to wear something you really love on a daily basis. Going thrifting and finding simple touches that made me feel good and look forward to getting dressed have resulted in me feeling better about what I wear and how I look now then when I was childless and working at the library. I care more now and while comfort is still the most important thing to me, I take pains to make sure I feel cute while I feel comfortable.
I’ve posted an outfit wearing this dress before but I’ve styled it differently this time. It happened to be pretty windy the day I took these photos and the wind caught the baby sling I used on a daily basis, if you are wondering what that pink thing I’m holding onto is. Elias is so long now he doesn’t fit comfortably in the slings anymore so he’s in the Bjorn until he’s old enough to be worn in the sling in another position. I used this bag as my diaper bag for awhile, too, because it’s roomy and comfortable enough for both Anthony and myself. I’ve since found a fantastic leather bag for a buck fifty while thrifting that has taken over primary diaper bag duties. What happened to the adorable white vinyl one with the gold foil airplane, you ask? Oh, it’s still around. I’ve stopped carrying it for the most part after Grandpa’s dog Chuy lived up to his name and thoroughly chewed on it.
Due to pregnancy’s changes on my ribcage and… other bits… I can’t button the top of this dress and rely on it to stay buttoned anymore, so I pair it with a tank top, of which I have millions, and a thickly braided vintage belt to help give it some shape. As far as the bodytypes-as-fruit analogy goes, I’m an apple, without much waist definition, so I add some where I can.
I don’t remember what I did that day; I probably went grocery shopping or something. But I was comfortable enough out and about or at home and I felt cute, too, which is what matters.
(Cat – also thrifted, in a manner of speaking.)