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I Like To Keep My Options Open

If someone were to ask me to describe my style I would most likely experience immediate onset of visible discomfort complete with raised brows, showing of teeth and one hand scratching a non-existent itch on my rumpled forehead. Next would surely come an attempt at stringing together some descriptive words and names of stores I like to shop, stirred in with several kind of’s, sort of’s, a little bit’s and a few uuuhhh’s stitched haphazardly in between.

If someone were to ask me to describe my style in one word I would say, “No.”

No matter how hard I try to keep things simple, I just can’t seem to stick to one style, one genre of clothing. Never will I ever say, “Nope, I’ll never wear a purple and pink, polka dot, silk ruffle-sleeve blouse.” I like to keep my options open, that’s the beauty of fashion. Nothing is off limits. It’s what I make it.

I got to thinking about those magazines that showcase a series of five or six different outfits under $100 categorized by one’s lifestyle. You know the pages…usually titled in big, bold print—sporty, trendy, life of the party, librarian, lion tamer, lumberjack. God knows I love me a good flannel. Ok, so I got a little carried away with the L’s. Is every woman expected to claim their rightful place as some version of a newly invented spice girl? Do we really need to slap a label on everything? I flip through each page and think to myself, “Not me, not me, not me, not me. Oh! But I love this top,” flip to the next outfit, “this bag and oooh yes, those shoes!” I think, “I’m not any one of these, I’m all of them and more.” ***Sips wine followed by a hair flip for good measure.

I go through phases where I obsess over a certain look and purchase pieces accordingly, and in the end those pieces get thrown into my Mary Poppins grab bag of a closet and shine proudly amongst all the other misfit children. I want to wear a pretty floral print dress with my converse, and I want to wear a blazer over my hooded sweatshirt with a pair of heeled sandals. (I would also be wearing pants in that scenario.)

Although I enjoy collecting items from several unique platforms, there is one common theme I tend to gravitate towards, comfortable and casual. I have a look that I often fall back on. (I think we all do, don’t we?) When I’m not feeling particularly motivated to be creative or I just want to live in my simplest form, I have a go to.

It’s impossible for me to choose one style to express myself, and the good news is, I don’t have to. Neither do you.

It’s ok to switch up your look without feeling like you’re overstepping some imaginary boundary, or worrying that you’re trying to be someone you’re not. After all, you are a multifaceted, multidimensional being, your closet should have permission to be also. If you like something, regardless of how it fits in with the rest of your wardrobe, you should wear it. Bury thoughts like, “it’s not normally something I would wear,” in the ground with the old Taylor. Get that thing out, whatever it is and strut that good-good down the middle of the f****** street. Sidewalk, if you live on a busy one.

Thanks for reading.


The Spirit of a Redhead


At times I am so angry I lose my ability to put letters into words, words into sentences.
And when I can’t write, I run.
I run until I can no longer breathe, a reminder of all the times you sucked the life out of me.
I run until my limbs go numb in the hope that my emotions might do the same.
I run until my head can think only of the way my body feels working underneath me.
I feel the science of it, a brilliant machine with parts designed perfectly and purposefully for this unique action.
I feel the beauty in my self inflicted suffering, the satisfying thrill of seeing what I’m capable of.

I run because I am desperately trying to chase down the girl I let you take from me.
I know she is there.
Her spirit burns proud and unyielding as the Olympic flame, for not even the Greek gods could extinguish it.
I run until my feet catch fire on the pavement, swallowing me up.
Wholly engulfed, that is where I find her again.


What Makes You Dauntless?

Dauntless: *Not to be daunted or intimidated; fearless; intrepid; bold


I will not let a powder pink embroidered skirt scare me. NOT TO BE DAUNTED OR INTIMIDATED

I spotted it amongst a few other pretty garments hanging in wait for the right person to pick them up. Hmmm…I like the way it looks reflecting back at me in the mirror. Could it be that we’re a match? INTREPID


I placed that skirt on the check out counter before I could change my mind, and strutted out the door carrying a beautifully packaged victory. FEARLESS

Wearing this outfit because I like the way I feel in it. BOLD


Now, I realize that not everyone has a fear of wearing what I would consider a “girly” skirt, but the same principle applies to any source of fear. We are human so we are not exempt from feeling fear, rather it is the choice we make to face our fear with gloves on and a mouthpiece in that makes us dauntless.


I want to know! What makes you dauntless?

Love Always,


*Definition taken from dictionary.com