outfit: a pop of orange

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Quick rainy day outfit post here.  It was pouring rain when we finally got out of bed this dreary Sunday morning.  Both me and Freddy are donning neon orange rain gear. You might remember how the dry cleaners totally fucked up this coat by bleaching the sleeves.  I covered up the bleach spots with green marker but now I kind of regret doing that.  It’s my wabi sabi mindset making me regret that decision. There was something naturally imperfect about the appearance of those bleach stains.  I should have just left it alone.  It’s like that feeling some one gets when they are on the Antique’s Road Show and the appraiser tells them that the value of their item would have been 10x more if they hadn’t cleaned it up.  Oh well, not that big of a deal.  Moving on.

I almost sold the jeans I’m wearing here. They are APC japanese denim that I bought new about 4 years ago.  I find myself reaching for them less often lately, mainly because they sit kind of low on my waist, and I don’t like the feeling of anything constricting me low on the waist.  But I did notice a tiny little hole developing over the left knee, and that little hole will turn into gold one day! That little hole and the prospect of it turning into a big distressed tear convinced me I should hold onto it longterm.  When I wear my New Balance shoes, I like to add a little pop of color with my socks.  Here I’m wearing a salmon colored ribbed sock I bought from Uniqlo a long time ago.

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Here’s what I submitted to the New Yorker caption contest this week.  I’m not very good at coming up with clever captions, but it’s fun trying.

I’ve been busy with work related reading and really enjoy spending my breaks checking in on the style blogs I follow, but I always feel like there isn’t enough posting going on out there.  Every once in a while I go on a search for new blogs, but it is so hard to find ones that are NOT obnoxious.  There are a ton of style blogs, but almost all of them are filled to the brim with sponsored content, unrealistic images of perfection, or super high end / unattainable clothes.  It’s really frustrating.  Where are all the ‘real’ bloggers?!

[outfit:  apc nepal coat, apc japanese denim, uniqlo salmon socks, new balance 999s]

Why ​I cringed when she called herself an “influencer”.

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I’m going about my normal routine of casually reading my style blog feed as I unwind at the end of the day, following along like a loyal fan, interested in all the changes and plans X blogger has for her fabulous wardrobe, admiring her great taste, nodding my head in agreement with what she’s writing, and then, all of a sudden, she refers to herself as an “influencer”, (in all seriousness and without the quotation marks!).  I cringe. It hits you like a truck and everything changes.  There’s a visceral reaction of disgust.  I stop reading, unfollow, close the tab, and move on. I’m OK with the term “influencer”.  There’s legitimate meaning in that term.   But, a blogger who has risen to the status of influencer need not call herself an “influencer”.  That label is best left up to other people to use in reference to her.  But, using that term self referentially is arrogant and insulting to readers.  Wouldn’t it be more humble and gracious to say something objective like “I’m a blogger, I just love sharing my passion with other people and feel so lucky to make a living from doing this.”  An influencer gets called an “influencer” by others but should always disavow that title.    Akin to how a firefighter who saves a child’s life might disavow being called “a hero”.  She might say with humility, something like “I was just doing my job”.  Maybe that analogy is too far out.  It’s more like a successful actress calling herself “a star”.  The moment an influencer calls herself an “influencer” it feels as though her ego has grown too big, and worse, that her primary agenda is to make money off of her readers, and that might very well be true if we are all being honest, but it’s a big turn off to readers when that becomes front and center.  Can we at least pretend it isn’t so?  There’s a Man Repeller article about why the term influencer feels “icky”.  The comments section is very much on point.

an updated closet tour + other stuff.

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This is my entire closet in one photo.  The only thing not shown is my underwear and sock drawer.  If you’ve been a long time reader here, you’ll notice that not much has changed about my closet except I added a hanging closet organizer on the right to store my knitted sweaters the proper way (as opposed to using hangers).    I found a good closet organizer at the Container Store with shelves that don’t bend (a minor thing about most hanging organizers that I find so annoying).

I’m lazy about folding and hanging up my clothes, but since I do wear pants many times before washing, I find that storing my pants by throwing them over the lower closet rod is the easiest way to arrange them.  This keeps me from throwing my pants all over the floor like I used to.

In other news, I had a nice time this weekend with the BF and his mom.  She brought over several eye glasses inherited from the BF’s grandpa who recently passed away.  I thought they looked cool all lined up like this.  There’s a bunch of hipsters out there rockin glasses just like these.  Isn’t it interesting how some styles loop back in time.  I love “old people” style.  When I’m old I’ll already have been dressing my age for decades.

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Links

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Here are a few links that captured my attention this week:

1.  Congratulations to Rosie on her TED talk on failure and vulnerability.  She talks about how creative work makes you vulnerable and relates an ability to tolerate vulnerability to perseverance and success.  I resonated with how hard it can be to get negative feedback on creative work.  I got flashbacks of my university painting critique.  Every person’s work before mine sparked lively discussion.  When it was my turn, there was dead silence.  It was awful, soul crushing.  It ended well though because weeks later the dean of the art school stole my painting and had it exhibited at the state capitol building. It can feel vulnerable writing here too.  I’m not a “writer”, I just happen to write (mediocrely), and in order to keep doing it, I had to develop a tolerance for negative judgment. Continue reading “Links”